Tuesday, February 6
no place like home
You know you’re in Italy when:
Within 2 minutes of walking out of Naples Airport I was told off by an old man for letting Skye spin around in circles.
Within an hour of arriving at home we were sitting on the beach eating pizza.
Within 2 hours of arriving home I was told off by another old person for letting Skye run around without a coat on.
Within 24 hours of being back I drove the one hour drive to the supermarket to stock up and discovered that icing sugar is only sold in little sachets of no more than 50 grams. In England you can buy it in kilo boxes like any other sugar. Now how am I going to make icing for my cupcakes?
Within 25 hours of being back, I was arguing with the cashier at the supermarket. At the self service vegetable counter I hadn’t found ‘cabbage’ on the ‘weigh it and print the price scales’. Of course I was looking under ‘c’ for cabbage and not ‘v’ for verza, but that’s beside the point don’t you think?
Since being back I have also:
Got into the car on the wrong side. Twice.
Realised that I left the car keys, house key and all the keys for the padlocks on my suitcases in the kitchen...in England.
Taken to wearing my scarf inside the house, as central heating hasn’t been invented here yet.
Woke up in the middle of the night absolutely terrified as there was someone BIG (i.e. not Skye) moving in my bed. As soon as I opened my eyes I realised that it was only Carlo and that I was in bed in Italy, not in England.
But it's goood to be back.
at 7:39 PM