Italian grandmothers are the reigning monarchy here. Do you want to know where to buy quality food? Watch the old ladies and learn where they shop.
They are all short and dressed in long coats. They talk to me at the bus stops about my children, but I don’t know what they are saying.
“Non capisco l’italiano.” I don’t understand Italian, I say. No matter, they keep talking to me in Italian anyway, probably about how beautiful my children are and why did I take them out in this weather?
My new habit is to listen to an Italian lesson every night after the children are in bed while I wash the dishes.“Buon giorno!” I practice over and over, trying to roll the r’s. I just can’t do all the swooping hand gestures when I’m elbow deep in soapy water.
Yesterday I took the kids to a playgroup and introduced myself to another expat mom.
“Have we met before?” she asked.
“I don’t think so, I’ve just been here a week.”
“Do you write online? I read your blog!” she said.
Isn’t that wild?
Suggested reading from around the internet for your weekend (and boy, have I been holding out on you, I have many good bookmarks):
Fighting the Tyranny of the Urgent at Home – Simple Mom
Enjoy Things As They Are – Remodeling This Life
Sometimes “Lame” Is Better Than “Best” – Inspired to Action
You Don’t Need an Extra Hour a Day – Simplify 101
I’m honored to be a regular writer at Alpha Mom, and I’ve shared these articles at Alpha Mom this month:
Build a Felt Cupcake (this little craft has garnered significant play time)