We are very lucky. I say this for many reasons but today I am talking about having a few Italian friends. As ex-pats it’s not always easy to integrate into the local culture, particularly when you’re really quite bad at speaking the local language. But thanks to our crazy birth class last year, we’ve got a handful of families who we’re still thrilled to call friends. Among them are Molly and Giuseppe whose family has a lovely villa in Sabina. This weekend we were invited to a lunch at a castle in the region, in honor of olive oil season. (It also happens to be the place where they were married–talk about lucky!)
Sabina, one of the smallest but quite an important attendee. She was named for the area, plus it’s just a lovely Italian name.
Mehtab and Naila, who were also friends from the birth class, came with Marco.
And of course, Sweet Baby Phoebe doesn’t miss a castle outing; here she is decked out in her Sunday best.
Even I took the opportunity to wear something other than sweatpants. Reluctantly I decided to spare the Italians my sloppy-but-oh-so-comfy sweatsuits on this day.
And it worked out, possibly because there were these delicious little cookies. I got to eat Paul’s too.
Rounding off the charming experience was something even more picturesque: a live puppet show. Built into the castle was a lovely little puppet theater where a show began after lunch. It was all in Italian so Paul and I weren’t great at following along. Phoebe however, LOVED IT. She sat on my lap, transfixed by the action ahead. At 18 months I expected her to lose interest immediately. Instead she took it all in. We’ve always joked that she’s our only hope for learning the language better but…