The Market

A few blocks from our apartment, there is a huge open air market where you can buy just about everything you might need, from fruit, cheese, bread, milk, and meat, to shoes, purses, clocks, and sheep skin rugs (yes, sheep skin rugs).  Since we have more or less a mini-fridge by U.S. standards and almost zero cupboard space, we make the short trek there just about everyday for food.  In fact, we are there enough that the vendors now recognize us, likely because of the three knuckleheads (some might argue there are four), and have started giving the kiddos cookies, apple slices, and pastries.

Today, we bought fresh basil ravioli from one of the pasta vendors, Toskana Delikatesa...it was melt-in-your-mouth, unbelievably delicious.  And cheap.  For eleven euros, we went home with the ravioli, a jar of pomodoro al basilico sauce (I'm not sure exactly what that means, but it sounds impressive), and a bottle of Chianti.  What else could we possibly need?  Other than a babysitter, that is, which we are aggresively pursuing.  And beer, which we also aggresively pursued.