We celebrated Cinzia’s birthday last sunday. We all tromped over to her brother’s house, which is in another frazione of Pordenone (Italian families don’t seem to move — over several generations — which means that everyone is quite close to each other. In fact, Cinzia’s two brothers live literally next door to each other. It all feels reminiscent of the whole paterfamilias thing?). It was lovely. 5 hours of eating, once again. Not a problem. We didn’t eat dinner (it’s becoming a Sunday routine… I’m not complaining.) And we spoke in Italian the whole time! Yes.
Ti voglio bene, ciao ciao.