Molto! Molto!

Dinner last night was a delicious adventure. Julia, my delightful translator was away to Firenze (Florence) for the day, so there we sat -- just me, Silvana and Paola. I managed to get a few sentences of conversation out about how I went to the museums, studied and shopped. Silvana, it seems, describes everything just about as "Molto! Molto" (a lot! a lot!) For example, regarding the museums... "Molto, molto Bellisimo" and the shopping "Molto, molto!"...I love her enthusiasm.

I ran out of things to say, so I just ate a little more salad...I figured if my mouth was full, I wouldn't need to talk. The salads by the way are so simple and delicious '-- just romaine lettuce with olive oil and salt. We also had bowtie pasta with garlic and pesto, some sort of rolled meat with cheese and tomatos with olive oil and salt.

After dinner I took my plate into the kitchen; the kitchen is so small! I imagined with the meals she has been cooking that the kitchen would be bigger, but it is little and so is the stove, sink, table and refrigerator.

Word of the day: la scarpetta = scraping last bit of sauce