I made a quick trip to Switzerland for a few days of baby sitting while my daughter in law went to her sister’s wedding in Texas. The oldest grandson, age six, has started school which is, of course, in full time Italian. It’s difficult for him, of course, but to my untutored ear, his Italian sounds wonderful. The four year old is in a nursery school and says he doesn’t want to speak Italian but then can suddenly come out with all sorts of words. The two year old doesn’t seem to know much but when he says a word it is in perfect dialect. On the Saturday that I was there we went to the lovely city of Lugano to check out the Polenta Festival.
That’s what I call a lot of polenta. I never got to try it though as the lines were too long so settled for some pasta.
Two of my grandsons having a look.
The stunningly beautiful Lake Lugano along side a fantastic park.
Another look at the lake. We had such a beautiful autumn day.
I like this arrangement-would love to have something like it on my dining room table instead of the dusty bunch of lavender sitting there now.