Something is going on today that I’ve heard variously referred to as an all-Italy holiday and a communists-only celebration.
For us, it translate as NO SCHOOL. Our neighborhood greengrocer is closed, as is our neighborhood puts-Walgreens-to-shame shop (it’s where we get toilet paper and wash cloths, and where I’ve seen L’Occitane products and fabric softener; I know it is water softener, b/c he first time I did a load of washing, I used it — clothes smell great [are they clean? si et non]).
With everything on/near the block closed, we made another trip to the local supermarto, Conad. We’re preparing for the happy hour we are hosting tonight after the Siena-Bologna soccer game: Spritz- Prosecco + Aperol – accompanied by lots of Focaccia sliced into tiny sandwiches of mozzarella, basil, and tomato. We’re offering other salty things, and a local cheese covered with onion jam (a gift from head of school, Mauro, on my birthday) – from the day we went to Montepulciano. It contains a vino nobile.
CONAD – THE FULL EXPERIENCE
If you look out the window in the wine section, you see a fine metaphor:
everything may look like junk up close, but if you take the longer view…
EVERYBODY shops at Conad: waiting in line, wondering if all the Prosecco and all the bruschetta-makings and all the cheese will fit into our 2 backpacks…
I did say EVERYbody, didn’t I?
On the way home, we ran into the City Band of Siena, marching to Piazza Salimbeni, where they played for 30 minutes…