a day on the terrace
Today is a quiet day. When i wake up it is raining, but the sea is still beautiful. Roberto and Guisy, who are running the bed & breakfast, bring us cappucinos and an amazing assortment of pastries, fruits, meats... a gourmet breakfast. our goal for the day consists of buying more supplies for Bodhi, diapers and baby food, and some food for dinner; and other than that, just relaxing on the terrace and enjoying the day. I was thinking a word for us would be slow tourists..like slow food. It's how we like to travel, taking our time, not really seeing too many things. Or lazy tourists. that sums it up as well, since we have yet to buy a guidebook or really have any idea where we are headed next. They have a book here about Puglia and I am flipping through it trying to figure out what we should see, if we are trying to get in the major sights. We learned a long time ago that what tends to stick with you when you travel is not usually the sights you see, but the other experiences you have along the way. So now we mostly try to fill our days with those other things.
So far we have learned that Bodhi loves foccaccia and European soy milk. He likes all fruits, including oranges and kiwis, and even likes veal and prosciutto. He isn't such a fan of spaghetti sauce, but does like fresh tomatoes. He won't eat dry Italian bread (can you blame him?) but dipped in olive oil or juice = yummy. I have seen children and babies eating here but all I have seen them fed is fried bread, other kinds of pastries and cookies, and pasta. I will definitely keep on the lookout for more information. What I have found out re: baby food is that Italians mix their own combinations. So they sell the baby food in jars as single items: - mixed vegetables, chicken, veal, etc. You mix it with small pieces of pasta and broth or milk or cheese, and have a complete meal. So the chicken baby food is only chicken and water/oil, nothing else. A really interesting concept overall b/c the combinations are varied.
I am watching a fisherman in an old bright blue wooden boat pull in his nets for the afternoon. It's truly old Italy and fills me with a contendedness and nostalgic romance for the simplicity and beauty of watching this man in his small boat on the turqouise sea, fishing the old fashioned way. There are also younger men with fishing rods and buckets catching fish along the rocky shoreline below my terrace. What a stunning place to spend an afternoon.
Bodhi is sleeping, Chris is on the computer checking the stock market, I am up here typing, and this is the life we love to have...
In a few minutes when baby boy wakes, a prosecco, a walk through the square and along the beach, a relaxing dinner on the terrace: orcchiette with brocolli rabe and sausage, a local specialty. ciao, A domani ('til tomorrow).