Not many young boys in Italy are seen without a soccer ball nearby. Of course, Graham has to have his soccer clothes on when he plays. Did you know they call the game, "calcio" (pronounced "cal-choh) over here? Not football, like you might think. Or, at least that's what I thought.
Pizza is always cooked with the heat from a wood fire. All the restaurants have pizza ovens,
and, as you can see, we are pretty excited to have one in our yard.
We also drove into the city last weekend and didn't have heart attacks or strokes. We didn't get lost or take any wrong turns. We actually thought, "Huh, that wasn't so hard." We didn't even feel a bit of tension as we sat in traffic for an hour. Looks like we're getting used to things around here.
I still can't get accustomed to seeing this every evening, though.