Hello, I'm back.
It has rained for the whole time we stayed in Genova,
only the very last day the sun was out and I took few pictures.
As you see Genova is a very peculiar town, it has a seaside and a port,
an old centre called "vicoli" or "caruggi" and an up-hill part along the mountains,
basically it is squeezed between sea and mountains.
Every time we go there we feel the existence of some muscles in our legs that
we forgot about it. It was nice to catch up with family and friends,
I must admit what I miss the most is to gather around
a kitchen table and eat simple delicious food while chatting.
As a stranger in this country I sometimes ask myself whether I'm strange or not,
as often people remark that is not worth the effort to cook from scratch and so on.
Back in Italy though no one question that.
It reassures me that I'm not weird, it's just a matter of culture
and surely I preserve mine when it's about cooking, sharing and enjoying good food.
The thing I love the most of my town (and Italy in general)
is that you find vegetables patches in unexpected places,
like really up hill in a terrace tucked behind old walls
amid narrow cobblers streets.
It was time for celebration as it was A birthday. This year we celebrated three times.
