When in Italy espressos or hot chocolates are part of the experience, part of being part of Italy. It feels like if you can stand up at the bar order an espresso, say “Ciao” a few times, and walk arm in arm with someone then Italy gets into the blood and soaks the heart.
We are in Italy- a little over two hours away- so my cousins can have a glimpse, and a taste.
Hand drawn recipe from Elena ❤️
Little Gabriel made me smile today.
When I told him I was going to Italy, the first thing he asked was, “For how long?”
I told him, “Just a few days.”
He immediately replied, “That’s too long!”
Then he asked, “Why are you going?”
I said, “To eat pasta, of course.”
He looked at me very seriously and said, “My mommy makes great pasta. You don’t need to go to Italy to eat it.”
That’s amore!
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