Saturday I went to a cute little market to buy some produce for the week. After mustering up the courage to try to communicate with the older Italian lady, I got intimidated by the language barrier and ended up with only bell peppers, peaches, and onions… I need to practice more Italian. A roommate and I decided to go out to lunch before a trip to the supermarket (where little Italian is required) and ended up at the most enjoyable restaurant either of us had been to. Upon walking in a plump Italian chef began to sing to us in a booming voice “Buon Giorno…” and something along the lines of “Table for two? Come sit over here.” (Only this was sung in Italian). The entire time we were at the restaurant this Italian chef sang random songs he made up on the spot and greeting people with song. It was wonderful. I felt like I was a guest in his home.
Sunday, I slept until 11:30 while a rainstorm rolled in and turned the air perfectly crisp. I was able to put on my favorite sweatpants and even managed to make an espresso on our gas stovetop. It was a perfect Sunday. I didn’t even mind doing homework.
I'm glad it's becoming cooler there. The best thing about seasons changing is reviving comfy clothes and comfy habits.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE your description of the restaurant you and one of your roommates visited! A singing chef/owner, what a wonderful way to spend a meal! Very, very appetizing!
I wonder what songs he will sing if and when you become regular visitors!
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