Oh Saturdays. Even though I no longer have a 9 to 5 job, there's still something special about waking up on a Saturday. The possibilities seem endless and the light is a little bit kinder, softer. Today we're going to a flea market a few kilometers away. I'm pretty excited about it, since I've been wanting to go there since we first moved here. The market is on during the last weekend of the month and we somehow managed to miss it every single time. Vintage and second hand is a tricky business in Italy. We've found some amazing things on internet for no money at all, but at the same time the few vintage shops that I've been to have been ridiculously pricey. For me, vintage and second hand should always be cheap. I'm not prepared to pay an arm and a leg for an old dress - not because it's not worth the money, but rather because it takes away the fun and excitement of making a great find.
Tomorrow we're going to Andrea's home village to see his folks and meet their new dog. We're going to spend Christmas in London with my family and Charlie will be hanging out at the family country house with some dog pals. In other words; we need to make sure that she will behave like a lady around the new guy. I always enjoy going to see Andrea's parents, not only because they're lovely and the food is amazing, but also because I really like the village and its surroundings. It's hilly, green with plenty of vineyards and farms and no matter what time of year, it's really gorgeous. Andrea's family owns a small food shop and we always end up leaving loaded with cheese, salumi (for Andrea only) and all kinds of delicious stuff.
Alright, better go make myself some breakfast. It's a sunny day and I can't wait to get out!
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