We arrived in Fontechiari around 12:30, the boys dropped me off at ILario’s house, then Ilario brought me up to Muto. Molto gentile. He also offered to take me out with him and his friends that night, and said he would send me an SMS piu tardi but that it would be around 10:00 that we left (aka my bed time). Anyways I was happy to be going out with some people!
When I arrived at Muto, Nonna and Nonno were there lying out in their respective chairs just enjoying being outdoors. Nonna almost immediately got up and took me into the kitchen to give me something to eat after saying hello, and then she explained how its been almost too cold for her to eat lunch outside because its so windy around mezzogiorno. Anyhow, she shoved a piece of delicious pizza down my throat that had zucchini, tomatoes and cheese on it and was from il forno, I thought that was going to be my lunch so I was content to eat it, but then she pulls out a bag of abbacchio and starts laying it on a rack to take out to the fire that I had failed to see she had started when I arrived. 20 minutes later we sat down to eat the real lunch. She shoved two pieces of abbacchio down my throat, loaded my plate with fagioli and made me eat 75% of the insalata she had made. I guess I didn’t really mind being fed well because I barely eat that much all week because I fail at cooking, but boy was I PIENO afterwards. So full that I had to take a nap, and I fell fast asleep in Nonna’s chair outside and got a wonderful t-shirt tan. When I woke up I decided to go on a run, but I was stopped by some visitors who I can’t remember their names. But one had just had a cute little baby, 3 months old, Nicola, and he had a gorgeous head of flowing dark curls. We chatted with them for a while, Nonna and Nonno telling some interesting stories about Nonno falling in the pond at the farm and having to pull him out with a tractor, and another time where he cut a piece of skin off of his arm right on the veins near his wrist by accident and he told Nonna to prendi le forbice e taglia, take the scissors and cut the flap of skin that was coming off… GROSS. Glad she said no and he went to the hospital to get it stitched! The woman with the baby told a funny story about her aunt who had lived in the states for a while (we had been talking about dialect) because Nonna and Nonno kept saying in goppa? Which apparently meant sopra, up, they kept saying it all day going en goppa, so I was making fun of their dialect… and this woman told a story about her aunt telling her to locka la porta (lock the port) instead of chiuda la porta. So entertaining the mixing of napoletana, inglese e la ciociaria dialetto.
Around 1:30, Ilario, Valerio, another girl and I were ready to go, siamo stati molto stanchi, and they were craving late night cornetti! OH BOY. I wanted to resist the urge to buy one, but I had to, everyone was doing it. The cornetto place was on the way home, it was called Ziegol or something of that matter, and it had a pretty large crowd outside. Ilario got a crepe, Valerio got a cornetto with half white chocolate half cream, and us two girls got it with nutella. They stuff them right there for you, and give them to you hot! Amazing, and Amazingly MESSY. Half my nutella poured out on to the street with my first bite, half went on my face, I didn’t feel too embarrassed because the girl with us had it worse off, the nutella pouring down her hands! Yikes! I ate most of the cornetto, so light, fluffy and warm, then threw the last part away and went to wash my hands in the fountain. Then we were off to our beds :o)