This morning we once again skipped our "daily" run and went straight to Cinzia's for breakfast. We set the table for the four of us and began our nutella and bread feast. Once Angela arrived she refused to use the bowl we put out for her and instead got the exact same one from the cubbard and used that instead. I guess she is still not over the sleeping bag incident.
We had lighter work in the garden and spent our whole morning transferring plants to individual pots to be sold in the shop. The only down side was that we were in the shade so we didn't get to utilize carefully planned tan-line proof attire.
After a few pear-juice breaks it was finally lunch time and we learned the difference between pasta faggiole and minestrone. We got to the table and the bowls were filled to the brim with minestrone. Luckily we arrived before everyone else so we could dump as much of our soup into other peoples bowls as we could before anyone saw us. I still couldn't finish my bowl.
We had the rest of the day off and took a what we planned on being an hour bike ride off into Cinzia's "country". Our butts were do sore that we lasted about 10 minutes and instead had our own dance party in the Bed and Breakfast to Disney stars, or the "best pop stars in the world" according to Jaime.
We didint even attempt to bike to the lake again, and instead got a ride from Cinzia into the city of Spoleto! Immediately we found gelato and devoured it, being our usual dinner hour. We walked around the city, getting much attention since we were the only tourists there! Our cameras and flip flops were a dead give away.
As we awaited for Cinzia to pick us up we tried to distract ourselves from our grumbling bellies (and trying to resist getting more gelato) by practicing our Italian on a bench. We are almost fluent in our Hello's and How Are You's.
Once Cinzia picked us up we realized that we missed one of the landmark sites in Spoleto. We are bad tourists.
Finally it was dinner time! And we have figured out the secret to delicious Italian cuisine: oil and salt...in EVERYTHING. The meal concluded with Cinzia's mother actually chasing us around the kitcken with a plate of cherries in an attempt to feed us even more. She won and the plate was cleared.
She then took us on a walk to her brothers house, although we had no idea where we were going. I think he is the only person in Spoleto who speaks English. After guessing that we were 16 he promised he would "taste us" his wine tomorrow, but only a little because we are "bambini's".
Apparently it is a full moon tonight which means that its great for the plants to grow. Cinzia would know this, because as she told us, she is "a crazy person for plants".
-J and C
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