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| Mom with her Netti Pizza at Ristorante Netti. Buffalo Mozzarella, tomatoes, parm cheese shavings, arugula and Olive Oil. |
There is always something when you open a house for the
first time in nearly a year. This year, a trash can is missing and the
washing machine doesn't drain. To top it off, my Zia (aunt) fell yesterday ending
up in the ER, and now her face looks like she went a half a round with Mike
Tyson.
We spent much of the past 48 hours sleeping and cleaning, though
we did manage to do some shopping. We tried to head to Carrefour, one of the
biggest markets around, but it has succumbed to the financial crisis, as have a
handful of businesses in our little town. Half of the gardening is done, and tomorrow I'll finish up to be all ready to spend Saturday scrubbing the patio floor and washing the
inside of the house.
The people here keep asking me what they are saying in
America about the Italian crisis. I've
let them know we have our own problems
and hear more about Cyprus, Spain and Greece. The Italians are always willing
to strike up a conversation about the crisis and I've heard it described as a
very dark period in the country’s history that will probably last another 15
years. It could get bad visiting here soon.
We did manage to visit Ristorante Netti last night. Once
again, the best pizza I've ever eaten.
