I may have gone a little crazy at this counter ordering soft cheeses. Teresa was yelling at me that we already had the same cheese at home. You can never have too much cheese.Especially in Italy!;)
A passionate discussion as I turned the corner. I see the ladies every week at the market and they know Teresa. Well, everyone knows Teresa. I get introduced as. “La mia nuora Lory.” She calls me Lory and I don’t mind.
I inhale annoying cigarette smoke as I turn the next corner where the clothes are. I have to go by the cheese section one more time. Teresa lost me when she went looking for the linen guy. I told her to meet me in the cheese section.
Then there was this animated man holding the largest knife I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t tell if he was happy or really angry. They were discussing taxes and why they barely make any money at the market. All the fault of the taxes and the customers that get them in trouble for not keeping their receipts.
Some prosciutto crudo.The man with the hat is named Marco. When my sister-in-law told him I was from Florida he asked my sister-in-law, “Che cazzo ci fa qua?” A vulgar way of asking her what is she doing in Italy and why isn’t she in Florida? He has been to Boston and Miami. He was telling us about an Italian restaurant he ate at in Miami that was delicious. He said he wants to move to Key Largo and marry a woman from Florida.
He invited the kids to sample cheeses with him. He gave them chunk after chunk of ParmigianoReggiano and Grana Padano to taste. I bought my cheeses and told him I will see him next summer. He smiled and told me, “Ciao bellissima bionda! I will marry you in my next lifetime!”