When we went to bed last night, we noticed that it was windy
outside. This morning was much the same. I was planning on hitting the beach
today, but the wind tat we had, I knew it would be futile to sit on blowing
sand and water that is too agitated to go into. My second choice was
basketball, but the court is on the beach and the wind would just mess with the
ball too much. So I went with choice three, biking.
I hopped on my bike and headed over to the port to see if
there was any action there. No action there and I was off to the Aloha Park
Hotel to use the bankomat (ATM). It is the only one in town, and evidently it
is popular. I was about the 7th person in line when I decided to
return home, get in the car and head to Campomarino sopra and use one of their
multitude (well like five) of ATMs. On the way I stopped for a panorama photo
of Campomarino Lido with the Adriatic Sea behind it. I got cash, returned home
again, and was off on my bike. I went for nectarines first, and then off to the
bakery for bread, then the butcher. I’m cooking for the family on Sunday and
needed brasciola.
Zia came down after lunch and we went out looking for a
mensola (shelf) for her bathroom and bedroom. My first thought would’ve been a
store like Home Depot or Lowes, where her first thought was a factory for
custom built shelves. They told her to head to a Brico (a Home Depot-like
store), so we headed over to Bricopoint. She found plenty of shelves, and much
like Home Depot, it took us nearly 10 minutes to find an employee to help.
The biggest news of the day is that the little green car, my
uncle’s FIAT 500 that my dad used to use is no longer here. It’s now at the
auto graveyard. Keeping a car that both I and my Aunt can’t drive, and was
non-transferable because of Italian law stopped making sense. It was great for
my father to use for four months at a time, but was not feasible for our
current needs.
Tonight was a full meeting of family from three parts of the
world at my place. Mom and I hosted Zia and my cousin Vincenzo from
Torremaggiore and his wife Mariella their daughters Erica and Mila, and my Aunt
Dini and cousin Mariella and her younger son Elio. It was a fun and busy night
of conversations in three languages (Italian primary, and English and Dutch
side conversations).
