Okay, I will admit that older ladies generally are quicker to like me. Maybe I live up to an outdated standard that resonates with them more… I just don’t know why, but that has been my experience so far in life.
So, in Rome, there was a great little Italian lady who ran the bed & breakfast. I was the early riser of the group, greeting her in my spanish-accented Italian attempts. She laughed at my feeble attmempts of using Spanish to communicate (which I was told could work, but seemed to only cause confusion and her grabbing another cigarette if she was not in a laughing mood). She taught me how to use a percolator to make coffee, and how I miss the taste of that fresh of coffee… and that concentrated! Wow, that stuff got me on my toes right away.
So, more memories from the kitchen! How could I go this week without a post about food or kitchens?!
AND, oh my fates, I had my iTunes on shuffle and what pops up… “Hey, mambo, Italiano!” No freakish way…