Today at the bakery, once all the bread was done and it was a reasonable hour to be awake, we made crostate.
The crostate are for a party tomorrow at the local retirement home. Good stuff.
Today was a watermelon festival.
Curious as to what that is? I was too.
Apparently it includes a big market during the day, little children selling their old toys on the street, and live music in the piazza in the evening.
On Wednesday I got lost in Siena. Sort of on purpose.
We arrived in Siena early Wednesday morning for the market. I had to postpone my usual five hour nap after work, but we stopped for cappuccini on the way so I was all hyped up on sugar and caffeine and totally good to go. At the market, which is huge, Nana and Papa Tom showed me their usual meeting place and we all planned to be there in two hours. More than enough time to shop. And shop I did…for about 20 minutes. Then I found my way to the edge of the city (the market is a little on the outskirts). I was ready to explore.
These past couple of days have been a whirlwind of speaking Italian, meeting new friends, and of course making bread. I feel like I’m becoming very much a part of the town, and I am quite content here. But then I start to get that anxious feeling of knowing I’ll have to leave soon, even though I have another three full weeks left. But I suppose that’s a good feeling to have; it doesn’t let you waste any time.
I’m happy to say that my Italian is improving! I had my first dream that was totally in Italian last night too. And when my bakery friends talk to each other or make fun of me, I can actually follow along! (Most of the time). Now I can laugh with them and respond back to their jokes. And the best part is, I can actually interact with the customers who come in for bread. I even work the register now!