The sound of a big truck laboring up our hill Friday afternoon had Fabrizio and I looking at each other and wondering what was making it's way up our twisty mountain road this time. He thought he knew, but thought they would call before just turning up. So we waited with baited breath to see if the big truck was coming to our back door.
It's just not done! You must go somehwere or give the appearnce of going somewhere, even if it means taking your plants round to the neighbors to water, and then sneak back home to stay in a darkened house and make eveyone thing you went on holiday. I kid you not. It's that serious.
We were in a small grocery store check out line early last week and the cashier was lamenting that he had to work Ferragosto, all day long, all by himself. Oh cavalo!
Well you see for us, we have guests anyway, so we can just pretend we're on holiday with everyone else, right?
Ok, so I digress, there really is a point to this missive. The said big truck with the said big delivery was coming because they were all going on holiday for a couple of weeks and wanted to make sure we had our new arrival.
How thoughtful indeed!
Easy does it!