Gianni, dear friend, adventurer, willing tour guide, and modern “Renaissance Man” extraordinaire. The pants are SO Italian! No American man would have the courage to sport such lovely bold colors, but the self-assured Italian men proudly wear them in lemon yellow, lime green, watermelon red, pumpkin orange. If I saw a man walking around Sacramento in such pant colors, I would know immediately he was from Italia!
Gianni (looking more Greek than Italian here), cousin Federico, and Donatella, my partner in crime.
Cousin Alessandro creatively passing the time waiting for pizza.
Gianni and Alessandro, Donatella and Federico.
Carlone and Dad, cool cousins waiting for the ferry to Locarno, Switzerland.
Mom, Dirce, and Angelina awaiting the arrival of our bartelo to Switzerland.
Me, Dirce, and Gino on the bartelo.
Dirce’s treat - Crodino for all. Crodino is one of the Italian amari, ”bitter” drinks, which are really not bitter at all. Non-alcoholic and not sickly sweet like soda, Crodino is very thirst-quenching. Clockwise: Carlone, Angelina, Mom, Giuseppina, Carletto, Dad, Dirce, and Gino.
Me and my guy, Carlone. To augment his cap wardrobe, I am sending him a San Francisco 49′ers hat.
Lunch on the bartelo. Giuseppina, Carlone, Mom, Dad, and Carletto. What’s lunch without a toast?
