Monday

Its a slightly overcast day here in fossacesia, more specifically the localita we live in is called piano favaro. The morning started as usual with horse clean up, then drew and I came in for coffee and bread and jelly. Breakfast conversations follow, normally regarding what chores need to be done. This morning was clean up from Saturday nights dinner. It didn't happen yesterday because the hungarian crew came over yesterday again for lunch. We cooked the kebabs remaining from Saturday, and had bread and salad. Zabeth, the kids, dillon, drew, and peter, the english speaking Hungarian all played soccer after lunch. We played in the main horse arena, using wheel barrels as our goal. Recently we have also figured out how wonderful of a place the arena is for frisbee, once the poop is clean. Back to today, Zabeth washed out around 50 beer bottles from the weekend because they are saved and used for canning the harvest of pomodori. I made bread, but stalled and took a nap while giving the bread time to rise. For lunch we had lentils in pasta. After lunch things slow down, we had coffee and watched Lorena play pick up sticks. Zabeth is asleep like a log.