Day 11- Basta With Pasta

We woke up to the usual routine: poopy pants and breakfast, but today we introduced peanut butter to Cinzia. She loved it. JIF, you can thank us later.

We got to work transfering more plants for the shop and watering and feeding the tomatoes, beans, cauliflower, stevia, etc. We also planted more today, this time it was cauliflower.

For lunch we had what they told us was a special Spoleto meal: pasta and more oil. The pasta was homemade so it was really great, but the oil is starting to get to us. There is NOTHING on the table that isn't drenched in oil. Nothing.

After lunch, it looked like it was going to rain. We decided it was time to go into rainy day mode: hibernation. We fell asleep and work up to the sun shining and the land as dry as ever. Oops. After a THREE hour nap, we realized we should probably see if we could help any more.

Cinzia asked us to help plant more tomatoes on her brothers farm. Cinzia kept saying there was something different about his farm but she didn't explain to us what it was. We figured it out: his farm doesn't use cow manure!! Only...he uses horse poop. Our poopy pants are becoming so cultured.

After sitting in horse waste for an hour, we took a short bike trip to the supermarket in search of more peanut butter and chocolate. There was no sign of any PB in the whole (tiny) shop. Failure. At least we got chocolate (pretty cheap too).

On the way home, we learned that it was Spoleto's rush hour consists of mini cars driving actually rushing to get home, leaving barely any room as they passed us on our bikes. Yikes.

For dinner there was even more oil. I mean food covered in oil. Fried fish. Our faaaavvvvorite. Ahhh!!! In attempt to hide our fish under pieces of lettuce, the whole family was making fun of us and saying we never eat. Finally they didn't force feed us though!

Cinzia told us that her duck (she has FOUR ducks) ate the cauliflower plants we just planted today. Her friend made a joke and said that tomorrow we will eat the duck. This led to a big confusion of language when we starting saying yummm we lovveeee duck! Cinzia was scared we were actually going to eat the duck. Sarcasm does NOT translate well.

Dinner was concluded by watching strange Italian dance shows with the volume blasting and Cinzia's mother begging us to dance. She says she will join us on a jog tomorrow morning (yes, the mother). We will see how that goes...

-J and C