The other day we were out in the evening walking with some friends, Antonio and Sylvia, when Antonio mentioned that he would be in his
campagna the next day to
zappare their vineyard. I offered to help seeing it as an opportunity to help and learn. However, when I arrived and saw how Antonio guided his
motozappa, motorized tiller, up against the vines I was afraid I would end up tearing up the vines. Instead I spent most of the time practicing my Italian with his father and father-in-law.
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My bounty |
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When I was leaving they gave me bag of vegetables from their
orto. I said I really did nothing to help but they insisted I not go home empty handed. I was loaded down with zucchini, cucumbers, tomatoes, onions and even fresh eggs.
A few days later Valerie and I returned home to find some gifts at our door. Antonio’s father-in-law had made a small broom for our
caminetto from some local dried plants. This is too precious to sweep with and will be a keepsake for us.
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Our gift |
This is an example of the
generosity of the
Trivignesi…our neighbors. This was not a unique event but typical of how the locals have treated us since we arrived almost a year ago.
“Southern Hospitality” at its best.
3 comments:
Does it get any more beautiful than that... You 2 have been blessed.
Well, I think you must be nice, warm people, to be so well accepted and liked in your new home. Good for you!
Yvonne
Elizabeth - We do consider ourselves blessed, in so many ways. Thanks.
Yvonne - We may be nice people (smile) but the Trivignesi are a very welcoming group.
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