Today we went to Lucca and rented bicycles with baby seats
on them. I had Violette on the front of
my bike which was extremely uncomfortable and I couldn’t even pedal, but Justin
and Lucy had the other girls on the back of their bikes and they were the
happiest girls in town. We rode around
the antique wall twice and the entire time the kids were all saying hello to
each other, laughing, and Clementine was singing “I love bikes” over and over
again. Henry was a trooper and rode his
own bike around for two hours, which I’m sure he’s never done. Most of it was flat, but that’s still a long
time. Vivi fell asleep and slouched over
in her seat and all the passers by pointed and either laughed, cooed or looked
at me like I was a bad mother. Italy is
over protective about their kids because there’s an average of about .1 kid per
family so they’re very sensitive about them.
We rode into the city, saw a cool band, rode around a little bit and
then returned the bikes. We walked to
get gelato and met up with the cutest Australian family that had come over to
live in the countryside just outside of Lucca.
They had two boys named Samuel and …..who were 7 and 8 years old. One of them was sitting on the curb with a
bag at his feet, giant Lego box exposed and staring straight at Henry. He had a sly little smile on his face and was
raising his eyebrows as if to say, “Hey, wanna see what I got?” Henry, of course was sucked right in by the
invitation and we spend the next half an hour letting Henry hang out with his
new friends and chatting about Legos. At
one point their parents told us that they needed to head on and both of their
boys started chanting in American accent robot monotone, “never listen to
parents, never listen to parents”. We
ran into them like four times as we navigated around the city which I took as a
sign that we needed to get their email address so we could skype or something,
so I did and we finally got out of the city.
We ate gelato at a place called Veneto, which was the most expensive
gelato and wasn’t that incredible. For
about three dollars I got three scoops about the size of the tiniest melon
baller I have. It was basically about 6
TBS of gelato. The train ride home was
probably the wildest so far. There
wasn’t a moment where someone wasn’t crying.
Some people were annoyed but one man was trying to hold back his
incredulous laughs. He came and spoke to
us in the end and said we had a beautiful family. Once again, our exotic looking children
befriend most strangers.
Justin took me out to probably one of the most incredible
dinners I have ever been to tonight. It
was at the Four Seasons Hotel. I felt like
I was a queen and the wait staff was so professional, exact, and
attentive. I ate pigeon that had been
cooked in a pig vicera. With various poached fruit, cacio e pepe pasta with the
tiniest little octopus cooked in it, a cannellini soup with a poached egg from
a free-range hen that had been fed exclusively on goat milk. Lol.
Justin got the tasting menu and we shared everything. Everything was amazing except for his main
dish, which was surprisingly bland and the chicken was a little overcooked in
my opinion. We ate three desserts as
well as orzo and in the end we were officially stuffed and ready to be put in
the oven for Thanksgiving. We walked
through the gardens and looked at scarily disturbing sculptures until we found
an unoccupied hammock and rested for a while until we got scared of the
sprinklers turning on underneath us and left.
What a dinner.
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