Here are my stats:
People served: 37
Food-related words and expressions learned: 62
Mothers who demanded that I speak with their daughters in English: 4
Grandmothers who insisted that I speak with their daughters (who were mothers) in English: 1
Angry Italian men who swore at me because I was too slow of a waiter: 2
All in all, I'd say I did well.
Some photos:
Marta (host sister) in the middle, with her friends, Paolo and Chiara.
Torta fritta -- essentially fried dough, but with meat instead of brown sugar/cinnamon.
Me and some of the cooks.
From left to right, Anna and Loretta -- host sister and host mother, respectively.
Gianluigi (host father) and his prized chair.
Street performers outside the Sagra.
Yesterday, I went to Mantova and Cremona, two of the bigger cities in Lombardia, so expect more photos of that trip to come soon.
Nate
p.s. I decided there was no good way to take a picture of myself in the shower without getting kicked off of Google for publishing illicit photographs, so for now, you'll have to use your imagination.
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