Did you know that you can find the best food of all time right on the border between Italy and Slovenia? I didn’t know either. But it’s true. I’ve learned that Sunday lunches are supposed to be HUGE, like the apex of the entire week. So, Massimo, Cinzia and I drove nordeste until we hit the Slovenian border (I was actually in Slovenia for about four minutes, when Massimo missed his turn). We went to an agriturismo there, and I am actually still in shock over the food. Time to salivate:
Other highlights of the lunch:
1. I explained the concept of a food baby (bambino di cibo) to my Italian fmaily, and Cinzia said she had “gemelli di cibo”: food twins. I thought it was funny.
2. I successfully told my first joke in Italian! It was the suuuuper hilarious one about the fly swimming the backstroke. Che fa questo insecto in mi acqua? Sta nuotando in dorso! Ja ja ja.
3. We walked around the town, San Floriano, after eating lunch (had to do something to get rid of those gemelli). It was so beautiful; pretty much all it has are osterias, trattorias, resorts and houses. Massimo and Cinzia want to retire soon and are thinking of moving there… I approve.