August 15 is my birthday. It is also a holy day for Catholics, the feast of the Assumption of Mary, as well as a huge holiday in Italy, Ferragosa, when everything closes. It dates back to 18BC when the land owners would give their workers a very rare day off. Now most people take much more than a day off. Some stores are closed the entire month and some 2 weeks either before or after the 15th. I always wanted to spend my birthday in Italy but John always said “no way are we going to Italy in the heat of the summer.
Well I am here and my friends Cecilia and Marco invited me to their villa for a barbecue.I could not have had a better invitation. Marco picked me up in his vintage Alfa Romero which made me feel special.
They finished up the final touches to a superb lunch in my dream kitchen.
Marco’s brother and sister-in-law were also there, a little language barrier but we managed with Cecilia doing the translating .
We had fabulous grilled chicken, a tomato and bread soup and ratatouille.
Marco also grilled some beef, which looked beautiful but I don’t eat beef so more for a them
It was a perfect afternoon, relaxing with nice people and good food.
The first car I ever had looked a little like this one, a 850 Fiat Spider. Loved the rIde back to our B&B for our last evening in this charming town.
I found a restaurant for dinner with a nice outdoor patio and a place for a snooze for Zoe. All that fresh air and running around their yard wore her out.
A simple dinner of grilled radicchio and melted cheese bruschetta sounded perfect, along with a nice glass of prosecco.
I indulged in a little after birthday cake for breakfast and enjoyed the nice garden. I liked this place and will,come back.
The bus was almost empty so Zoe got her own seat by the window.
My first birthday in my new home exceeded all expectations.