Last night Rachel and I met our family! We spent the preceding half hour practicing our "piacere", which is the formal greeting. We were the last of 30 people to get paired with our delightful hosts Cristina and Monica (who immediately greeted us with the friendly and informal "ciao" and the Italian double cheek kiss). After lugging our embarrassingly large luggage to the house we chatted for a while. The ladies headed out to do some shopping and allow us room to unpack, so we are finally settled. We met Frederico, the older son, who was delightful and friendly, and whose English was very good.
We had dinner around 8...and HOOOOLY CRAP. We started with potato pasta and pesto. Now, i say started, but by the time we finished our HUGE pasta plates i was all set fullness-wise. But then came the salad. Part way through the salad they busted out the breaded lemony chicken. (I should also add that they were piling huge portions onto Rachels and my plate). As I attempted to keep up with the hosts (who had finished eating a good five minutes before me) Monica admonished us for not eating any bread with our meal...so I piled that on too. After dinner we had to valiantly defend ourselves from eating the copious volumes of fruit offered up to us. It was absolutely incredible food.
The Loioli sisters and Frederico are wonderful as well. Monica told us that its a house where people come and go, and that we are young and are completely free to do our own thing. She has a boyfriend of 15 years, as does Cristina, and they sleep out of the house sometimes and tell us if we sleep friends or out late its no problem at all. Frederico informed us that he and his brother go out dancing till the wee hours of the morning quite frequently and offered to bring Rachel and I along some time.
We could not have asked for a more gracious family, better food or a more laid back situation.
(The pictures are views from our bedroom window)
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