Concetta, our roommate who just recently went home for August break had her mom here for almost a week. (All of Italy pretty much shuts down for the month of August. Lucky, eh?)
Thursday night, we had to say good-bye. Naturally, it was in the kitchen, where most connections seem to be made in Italy.
She was our Italian Mom. There's nothing she didn't do for us- cooked, cleaned, talked, shared.
When they left, they put notes on some olives, cookies, yogurt and crackers, telling us to eat them. (She was very concerned we weren't eating everything we should.)
Friday morning, we had to say goodbye to Marta, our friend at the market. Because of the Palio, the Friday produce market won't happen again until the end of August. I knew it was too good to last.
I don't like to say good-bye, but I'd rather that than never having met them. In the words of Shakespeare, "Parting is such sweet sorrow".
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