It’s a beautiful day so I went with Stella first thing to pick up the laundry and to buy groceries at, where else, the Supermercato Esselunga. We had to take several detours as the roads were closed and many times along the way, Stella, who was driving, asked me where we were going. Somehow we made it to the lavanderia and to the supermarket without getting lost. Her car beeped all the way there and back, I tried everything to make it stop: checked both seat belts, the emergency brake, changing gears, the doors, the hood/trunk closed, etc but Stella insisted it beeps for no reason. It was maddening. Need to talk with Marco to see if he can fix it.
The supermercato was even better than I thought! The carts are equipped with hand held scanners so when done, you just proceed to the self checkout and pay with credit card. Ecco Fatto. Quick & easy. Love that store. And car parked neatly, even.
Last night at dinner Stella and I talked about her son Luca whom I have met only once. He is a successful 40 something (Stella can’t remember how old he is) businessman based in Ecuador. Her only wish for him is that he marry and settle down. So I offered to marrry him. She was delighted at the idea of having me as a daughter-in-law. It was really very touching. Then she said are you sure we’re not cousins in real life? Magari, if only, I thought to myself.
Emanuela called to remind me that I had offered to help her with some American tourists that are staying at the Podere Gori later this afternoon. Also to invite me Sunday to an event in Impruneta where her son and his wife live. It’s in Chianti country so should be wonderful. Will write more this evening after I get back from Emanuela’s.
The Americans were about 2 hours late which meant I had to drive home from Montecatini in the dark for the second time, argh. I was happy to have helped Emanuela get her guests settled in and situated but I cannot and will not drive at night again. She asked me to text her when I got home. I wrote: Arrivata, terrorizzata. Just too scary.
