So the past week has been more than hectic, so I'll break down the highlights as best as I can (highlights is loosely used here, considering most of you know that my highlights are exclusively about food that I've eaten. Let's say important happenings instead.)
I'll start sad and work up: my nonno died last week. He's been sick for about a year now, if not two, so this came as no surprise. Still, I adored his incomprehensible english that resulted from his thick, Italian accent, his constant matching of plaid suits, and his love of wearing newsboy caps. We were by no means close, but I'll definitely miss him. My amazing aunt, sensing that my mom would need as much support as possible, funded my coming into Ohio for a long weekend (Aunt Reen, I could not adore you more). So, at 6:15 Friday morning, I hopped in a taxi--I would say hailed but it was very conveniently sitting outside of my apartment at the light)--and headed to LGA. I had to transfer in the Philadelphia airport and then made it to CVG at 12:30ish. For the first time in my life I flied alone with almost no mistakes. My one, teeny,insignificant error is that my passport is currently in the Ottawa International Airport. Apparently it was upset about my little travel and wanted some adventure. Hopefully I'll have it back by this weekend.
My cousin picked me up from the airport and brought me to my aunt's house where everyone from the funeral came to eat. Walking in the door, I saw a slew of familiar faces and an equal number of adorable, aged Italians, all who somehow knew my name and seemed unjustifiably happy to see me. It gave me one of those great warm feelings (not fuzzy though, just warm. Though it may have been from all the espresso those people chug.). All of them were angry that I had lost five pounds in my weeks in NY, and decided that this would not do. My five pounds were successfully recovered through an abundance of carbs, fine cheese and pork. Gotta love being Italian.
When I wasn't stuffing my face and stretching out my stomach, the weekend was spent lovin' on my family and packing up the remains of my grandfather's possessions, some of which I was given. I'm about to go heavy on the cheese here and unfortunately I don't mean asiago: my family is amazing. They are such a loving, fun, hilarious support system that I genuinely don't know where I would be without. Being home was reviving.
Today I drove back with my cousin's from LI and we stopped at a soccer store near my apartment and then got dinner. The food was great and the waiter's were extremely sexy (read: I will be going back). Noticing how attractive our waiter was, I obviously mentioned it to my aunt who promptly replied, "He's married. I already looked for you." See what I mean? Thanks for lookin' out; team work is the way things get done. And the way I get dates. My uncle wasn't amused but hey, ya can't please everyone.
This was a short summary if you can believe it, but definitely long enough. Lastly, my KEDS finally came!! Yay for feet that will not ache at the end of the day and for crisp, clean sneaks. Check 'em out.
I'm off to pick out an ensemble with them that will not make me look like a substitute teacher or a six-year-old. Although really, what is my style if not a perfected coalition of those two?
LOVE
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