Nightingales

We've just enjoyed an awesome meal in our kitchen and I'm now sitting in the lounge (picture right) and everyone else is in bed.

I didn't make our bed today! I think that's the first time in 10 years!! I felt so guilty when I went up to our room this evening and realised it was still unmade. I fear that I'm on the slippery slope to slothville!

We walked into town this morning around 8..."town" being our local village called Scarperia. I have a feeling that Italians don't go on walks- we received so many strange looks from everyone we saw. However, whenever we cheerily yelled Buongiorno we always received a friendly reply back. They'll get used to us I'm sure.

Mathew and Ana are, so far, loving Italy. Mathew is absolutely buzzing - full of excitement about everything and can't stop talking and asking questions. Ana is being an incredibly difficult 2-year old though I hope that changes when she gets used to the place. The poor child has been pushed and pulled every which way for the last 2 months I suppose one can't blame her for being continually stroppy. She loves all the creatures and animals around the house - we've taken a bet that she will be the first to be stung by a scorpion...although I sincerely hope not as I don't fancy a trip to the emergency department.

That's all for today. The chianti is taking its toll and I think I'm off upstairs too. I've just heard my first nightingale. I had no idea they were the only birds that sang at night. Just my kind of bird!