Euro 1,50 I may have arrived back in Italy on Monday, but I had to wait until Wednesday’s Market before it felt like I was truly back.
I was looking forward to all things spring at the Umbertide market: fresh fave beans, artichokes, good oranges, getting a big hunk of parmigiano, abundant flowers, radishes, peas, asparagus….and I was not disappointed.
I was, however, disappointed in my marketing skills. It’s an acquired skill to muscle your way up to a crowded vegetable stand, choose your produce and then get to pay for it. The old ladies will either stab you with an elbow, or simply lob their bag over your bag and you go to the back of the crowd, in disgrace.
You know the feeling when you put on a pair of shoes that you haven’t worn in awhile, maybe a pair of last year’s sandals, and your toes fit comfortably back into the grooves of the sole? That’s what returning to our Italian life is like. We’ve shed our NYC skin and slipped back into…Read More