Friday, September 30, 2011


A man under the big bank's portico had a stack of 5 boxes of cigarettes in his hand. He shuffled them like a deck of playing cards

Italians say "Cookoo!" rather rank Peek-a-boo!!

While Ada was crying outside the grocery store, an Italian Nun came up and pinched her cheeks. Ada was so enamored with her wimple, she immediately stopped crying.

Italian babies are always shod. I really wish I had brought more shoes (or at least more socks!) When she's out without shoes and socks on, the old grandma's always frown at me.

Ada has started to hold out long notes while we ride our bike over the cobblestones so she can hear her voice wobble.

She has also starting figuring out shadows and always tries to play with hers.

I'm fairly certain that every man in Italy owns at least one pair of yellow pants.

After really upsetting a woman in the butcher shop, I learned that you take a number at the door.

1 comment:

Lindsey said...

I too am a big believer in babies wearing socks. Missing you three.

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