An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Life Lately: An early birthday, a snake, a talky walk, nuns with selfie sticks


Jono came home on Friday to celebrate his birthday. He will turn 21 on the 21st of this month, but since his fall break was this weekend we are celebrating now. Besides, he has plans on his actual birthday, none of which include his mom and dad. Huh. Go figure.

With Jono and Timo, but missing Nicho.


Saturday morning we hiked a three-mile loop on a mountain bike trail located just off the Canal. It's a woodsy trail that meanders up, down and around, occasionally offering peeks of the Savannah River. As always, we walked in the following order: Joe, Timothy, Jonathan, me. Joe was the point man whose job it was to knock down spider webs that popped up overnight, and I brought up the rear because a/ my legs are shorter, and b/ Hello? Spiders. I also like to stop and look at things. At one point, though, I was a little behind and yelled out, "Huh. I like how you guys periodically look back to see if I'm still here." There was no answer, but I KNEW they were thinking, We know you're still back there because you keep talking!

It's true. But I had a lot to say. The fallen tree that formed an arch we had to walk under looked exactly like something from The Hobbit, the wild mushrooms were so fantastically, weirdly exotic I just had give them names, and I liked imagining (out loud) who walked in these exact woods 200 years ago. Truly, I don't know how you can walk in the woods and NOT talk.

A very talky walk


Sunday morning we had French Croissants for breakfast, compliments of our Masters guests who gifted us a huge box of them. Basically, you take them out of the freezer, bake them for 15 minutes, brew some coffee, set a pretty table, and then ... VOILA! It is a breakfast worthy of any French café.

Not a French café, but an Italian one.
Girls' Trip to Italy 2015, Positano (the Amalfi Coast)

Fortified with all that buttery, sugary goodness, we went to play tennis. We played a single elimination tournament and GUESS WHO was the first one eliminated? Whatever. Then we had this encounter ...


Finally, I leave you with this: Nuns with selfie sticks and iPads. The first photo was sent to me (really, how adorable are they?) and the next two photos were taken during our Italy trip two years ago.

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