Warming

We decided yesterday that we're going to be leaving here on the morning of the tenth. One week. It's a little short of our month that we planned on being here, but it's also close enough. Yesterday dillon made bread during the morning, and Zabeth made three excellent pizzas for dinner. One with wild greens, one with potatoes, and one with tomatoes. Carlo said it was the best American made pizza he had ever tasted. There are some people moved in next door, staying for a month. They are a foreign working group here to open a new Ikea in the town of Chieti. They are lucky that the company puts them in a from house near the ocean, rather than the motel. It's fairly interesting because mass produced furniture is the antithesis of Carlo, himself a master carpenter crafting small prices in his homemade workshop. Irony. This morning we got an early start on shoveling up horse poop, so that by noon as it warmed up we were fairly done. We took a walk to the store, then sat under an olive tree and drank a Peroni, and ate a block of Parmesan.