The muscles in my calves are aching as I make my way up the mountain, bags in hand. At home I unpack the groceries to our six-foot two fridge. In an hour M. will be home, sweaty from seven hours of pane and he’ll be hungry. He likes and wants me to prepare the meals, its part of his culture; that’s just what the women do. I’ve seen it at many dinner parties thrown by his friends. And this woman doesn’t mind. He’s home and greets me with a bacio and we eat. I wash the dishes in the bathroom sink; our cucina finished within the next few days, Sardinian time. In my reality of time our cucina will be finished in two to three more weeks. I’m ok with the fact that things here happen slowly, I can’t change the hand of time nor can I move a culture to rapido. After all, I am in their country trying to speak their language be it dialect or Italian; and I find myself becoming the traditional Italian housewife with the exception that I AM CANADIAN, eh!
It’s great to know another Canadian girl has settled in Sardinia after having travelled the world! I can relate to your kitchen story as well as I am in a similar situation with my new house, but I have learned to go with the Sardinian flow and enjoy the Pecorino while things get done slowly but surely 🙂
Ciao! E sempre domani e piano piano! LOL! 🙂 Ma la percoino e buonissimo!
What’s been your favorite food you have discovered there? I’m sure it is quite wonderful there.
Favorite food, I would have to say hands down, pizza! THe crust is very thin and crisp and the toppings fresh! Also cheese, omg Im in love with the local cheese from here. My hips aren’t. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
..yeah, don’t expect anything to get done NOW as it ain’t gonna happen on the other hand you’re surrounded with one of the nicest populations on earth.
Bet you can’t wait to have the kitchen completed 🙂