On the curing shelf; fichi e anice soap made with creamy coconut milk.
I went to the Comune (town hall) this morning to apply for a new identity card. I was shown a new form that is available to Europeans who would like to become Italian citizans, but politely declined it, saying that I was happy being English thank you very much.
The woman behind the desk was at once simultaneously extremely offended that I didn't want to 'become' Italian and also full or respect for me being proud enough to want to keep my nationality. For five very confusing minutes I listened while she ranted, raved, applauded, congratulated and again ranted at me. I escaped as soon as I could, but alas, must return tomorrow to collect my carta identita.
The bus stop at Mulini is dressed up in its Easter decorations! " So Skye..are you glad that you feel better?" a friend asked yesterday.
She sighed and looked sad, "Not really because now I know it is better to have the febbre because I dont have to go to school and can sit on the sofa all day and play games and watch TV."
The piazza all dressed up with no one to admire it.