I WORK OUT.... on the farm

        Compared to the Italian, my family's dragging two hour dinner at whatever restaurant we go to is only too short. Here the dinner starts at 8 and ends at 12. We eat, we talk, we drink, and we talk more, we listen to music, sometimes sing music badly, then joke about...crazy things, relate fruits to sex, take out the godly melons for desert and   finally....drink red wine while talking some more.
        Today I did a lot of work. I woke up and went straight to putting on a face mask and overalls, forgetting about the routine coffee and biscuits. Rita, one of the few girl farmers, is a healthy, strong, and grey haired lovely lady. She is a grandmother and yet she's doing the shiz; I can barely do what she does. First she taught me to use that huge razor mower that looks like a huge metal detector and I went around doing that. Soon I got to using Edward Scissorhand work for a few hours...didn't cut anything fancy like a dragon or a roman sculpture...but I accomplished in sizing down a fairly large row of bushes.
Then we composted stuff on the farm. After, Lisa, Lucca, and I both claimed a row in the spinach patch and weeded the hell out of the area. Finally I picked fresh pomodori ( tomatoes); I was one with nature and didn't use gloves for the first hour. Interestingly picking Pomodori is one of the ugliest jobs. Your hands come out looking like you're the hulk... i swear i will show you a pic next time...but for now imagine your hands hardening and stained a completely wicked-witch-of-the-west-green.

    Anyways I really had a work out today. I was taught some stuff about tomatoes and more things about melons. Being one with nature is great; knowing how much hard work is being put into the product of a beautiful slice of a tomato on your hamburger is enlightening. Note that your tomato really does come straight out of the earth, live among ugly and beautiful insects and animals, webs, and dirt; know that they were probably picked by "wicked"green-rough looking hands, and a person who is being eaten alive by mosquitoes. I think the girls basketball team should go work out on a farm instead of going to the weight room. Carrying baskets of Pomodories ( tomatoes )= weight lifting. Scissoring bushes = upper arm workout.  Shoveling= upper body. Mosquito bites= persistence and discipline. We'd be working out and helping out at the same time. :)

alrighty tom Lisa and I are heading to Venice! wish us luck!
<3 M