Italian Nonna

Oh My Gosh. So after waking up this morning and thinking, "Man I've got to do another post today" I've realized that this might be a little over-zealous. However...here I am with a simple post for the day.

After a long day at a local park, Arianna and I came home and spent some time with our Italian landlady. Italians have such great hospitality. Anytime they see use outside they invite us over for a cafe, or italian espresso. Good thing she doesn't expect me to invite her over, we all know that my house is never clean enough for random drop-ins. A clean house is something I have to plan for.

These days I believe the invite to their house is primarily to see Arianna. Italians LOVE babies. Everytime we are out in town they all want me to stop so they can look at her and ask me all kinds of questions in Italian. I used to smile and nod and respond "si" to everything. After hearing the same questions over and over...I'd like to think that I understand what they are saying and I answer them correctly. But who knows....

Arianna and her Italian "nonna" or grandma...just playing and playing and playing. 

And she's out.