I am starting to get to know my roommates better and each one of them has a unique personality and something different that I like about them. Domenico is a kind, smart Sicilian. He is working side by side with the winemaker and is very bright. He has recently also learned Spanish and is always switching back and forth between Spanish and Italian. Unlike the rest of the boys who are from northern Italy, he is Sicilian… and therefore a great cook! He is always singing, whether it be a song on the radio or acapello. He’ll randomly burst out in song when we are walking somewhere or while he is cooking dinner. The songs usually consist of anything from “who let the dogs out” to “yellow submarine” or “born in the USA”. I laugh every time. Giuseppe is fashionably suave and wears skinny jeans and designer sunglasses. Of course he was the only one who wore a Speedo to the beach. The other guys had on board shorts. He is interning with the vineyard manager so he does not work in the winery with the rest of us. Mauro is always goofing around and being silly. He is kind of a rebel and I bet when he was a child he was a little trouble maker. His has dark sideburns that go down under his chin that he keeps in good shape. He is always cursing something but he makes me laugh. Stefano is the punk rocker who has a band and is really into music. He wrote all the music for all of the songs his band plays and he had me listen to them to help him correct his grammatical errors (he sings in English). He and Mauro are studying at the same school and were lucky enough to get to come here together. He is very kind and has a good soul. We have become pretty good friends over the past few weeks. Some of the first things he told me were about his biggest fears (he’s kinda a scardy cat, but knows it) and what makes him laugh and cry. He has a girlfriend who he loves and isn’t afraid to talk about it. He says that he has found what some people search their whole lives for. I love this kid! The other night when we got home he said that the sky in Sicily is so beautiful that it makes him cry. He is more sensitive than most guys I know, but in the best way. He’s also very smart and opinionated. He disagrees with a lot of things, especially in Italy, and claims to be an atheist. But he has a very strong sense of morals. He says he doesn’t what to be like the people who go to church on Sunday even though they sinned all week. He is always telling me all about Italian politics, the differences between northern and southern Italy, and so on. He has been a huge help with my Italian. The guys are all great and are always looking out for me. I am lucky to have them around because no one gives me a hard time when they're there. They also treat me like a princess which I can’t really argue with!
8/26
Tonight Laura invited us to join her family for dinner at their house. It was an amazing meal made with produce from the Regaliali estate accompanied with the best wine of Tasca, and therefore some of the best wine in Sicily. We started with the Almerita Brut and a spread of antipasti which included fresh olives, eggplant stuffed with ricotta, and bruschette. For dinner we had a light pasta with fresh tomatoes, basil, and mozzarella, followed by sausage (which is different from the sausage in America) potatoes, eggplant, arugula, ect. It was comfortable and I felt like I was in the home of a family member. Laura’s husband is the supervisor all of the winery’s operations so they basically run the winery for the Tasca family. They have two children who are so sweet and are learning English in school so they wanted to tell me everything they knew so far. It very idyllic. I was sitting across from the very person who was responsible for nurturing juice into the beautiful wine in my glass, which I was thoroughly enjoying.
Laura’s dog just had puppies a few weeks ago and after dinner we all spent an hour or so outside playing with them (under those beautiful stars!!). I was dying to take one home and have a little Italian puppy named Enzo but I am glad that my roommates wouldn’t let me. I don’t know what I would have done with it when this was over and I had to come home. I would have had to quarantine it for a few months to bring it to the U.S (which is horrible!) and I don’t think my mom and I need a puppy to take care of when we are traveling around Italy in November.
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