Postings from Germany

Italians in Vegesack

Only one really, real Italian that is.  Rocco.  I met Rocco in 2000 when he was 2 with dark brown ringlets and deep brown eyes.  Stole my heart for a couple of weeks, he did. 

He was here with his father Freddy, who bunked with Werner for a while many years ago when Freddy was learning to be a carpenter and not much later hied off to Italy and has been there ever since.  In 2000 we rented his guest quarters for three weeks and explored Tuscany.  (We need to go back ..... my exploration of Tuscany is far from done.)

So they had come to cold, rainy, shadowy north Germany to visit family and came to us for dinner along with Freddy's sister, our dear friend Ingrid.  Rocco has lost none of his charm.  There must be something in the water down there in Italy. Those eyes!

We ate and talked and talked and ate and drank a bit of wine and in general had lots of fun catching up.  I hope it is NOT another 10 years before we see each other again, but if it is, I expect Rocco will still have charm.

By the way, I just love hearing Italian, so I made them talk for me.  They talked about the food - what else! - and Rocco said the shrimp were not bad - a major compliment from the kid who only wanted pasta with butter and parmesan (sound familiar??).  Regardless, the language sounded like sunshine and pine nuts on warm breezes with a hint of basil.