IT'S NICE TO BE MISSED!
Over the weekend we picked olives with Belinda and Giacomo (more on that later). Being outside all day, reaching, bending, stretching, climbing up and down the steep hillside, carrying the crates full of olives from place to place, well, at the end of the day we were pretty exhausted...glad for a hot shower and an early bedtime! Guess we're getting old!
Anyway, this morning as we left the house to take the olives to the frantoio, we said hello to Armando, our neighbor, who was working in his garage. His first question for us was "Where were you Saturday night?" We of course had no idea why he wanted to know, but we told him we'd picked olives that day and were tired. Turns out there was a festa on Saturday evening...a castagne festa...chestnuts! Oh well we told ourselves, we don't like chestnuts anyway.
And then tonight at exercise class, no sooner was I in the door when four women asked at once "Where were you Saturday night?" Wow! And then I felt a little sad that we'd missed it...in addition to the castagne, dinner was served...spaghetti with sugo (sauce), and bruschetta with new oil...now THAT would have been worth staying up late for!