My first dinner service...

I had two great fears before coming to Italy, one was of driving old standard vehicles and the other was falling in love with Tuscany and never wanting to leave. The second may seem completely irrational, who's afraid of falling in love with a place and never wanting to leave? Uh, that would be me. I am a family girl, as most of you know, I am never more happy than when I'm with my people. And I was afraid of getting "tricked" into staying. It may seem crazy but this was a true fear, ask my mother, and I was so happy that after a month of being here I was certain that while this was a very beautiful place I was happy to be returning to Canada in a month and a half. But then (oh no, not the "but then"!) I had my first dinner service and it all changed. It was amazing. The dedication and time that they put into creating a meal for as little as 2 people is astounding. It is so beautiful. Everyone is calm, but efficient, serious, but easy-going, and so very caring. It is my dream kitchen. And I am so happy to be spending this month in it.
Don't worry though, I'm not staying forever (Mama, you can't let out that breath you were holding!), it's just going to be harder than I thought to leave.