Because the sun always shines in Italy
I'm in Italy visiting my parents.
I should be on a flight back to London right now but it has been cancelled - it's foggy in London and a few flights have been axed. The Turin one always seems to be one of those.
I was so looking forward to being back home with Adrian tonight!
It's been quite a lazy week-end and full of food (no surprise there! lol)
Franco and his father came for lunch yesterday and Mother cooked for the hundreds!
Here's the 5 antipasti
the primo
which preceded the secondo, and the fritto misto alla piemontese (luckily no sweetbreads or frog legs)
and the 2 desserts (as I don't like coffee, my mother made me a tirasimu version with Marsala wine)
This was my only contributions to the meal:
a plate of Baci di Dama made with the hazelnuts that father had picked a few days before. They went down very well indeed with everyone.
I'd normally go into town on a Saturday afternoon but this time I didn't because there wasn't really anything I wanted to see. Of course, now I wish I had because I am almost climbing the walls!
Apart from going out yesterday to visit my friend Egle for an hour or so, and in the afternoon for a short visit at the hospital's where my friend Franco's mother is convalescing, I have been here all the time.
Fingers crossed that tomorrow night I'll be back home with london1952!
When I tried to rebook the flight on-line, the first available one was on Thursday and felt a bit panicky at the thought of being here until then and missing work. Luckily, when I rang them up they said that they had a seat on tomorrow's flight. Phew!
(Relationships have been a bit strained with my parents since coming out and buying a house together with Adrian - and that was 8 years ago.
They don't want anyone here to know that I'm gay and I have resented them for banning Adrian from their lives. But of course they are my parents and I do care for them. And I know that they love me in their own way. That's why I always feel stifled when I come here to visit and I cannot wait to leave: my better half is not with me! I also feel that somehow I am compromising my integrity and stepping back into the closet.
Sometimes now they ask after Adrian but it's really not enough).
I should be on a flight back to London right now but it has been cancelled - it's foggy in London and a few flights have been axed. The Turin one always seems to be one of those.
I was so looking forward to being back home with Adrian tonight!
It's been quite a lazy week-end and full of food (no surprise there! lol)
Franco and his father came for lunch yesterday and Mother cooked for the hundreds!
Here's the 5 antipasti
the primo
which preceded the secondo, and the fritto misto alla piemontese (luckily no sweetbreads or frog legs)
and the 2 desserts (as I don't like coffee, my mother made me a tirasimu version with Marsala wine)
This was my only contributions to the meal:
a plate of Baci di Dama made with the hazelnuts that father had picked a few days before. They went down very well indeed with everyone.
I'd normally go into town on a Saturday afternoon but this time I didn't because there wasn't really anything I wanted to see. Of course, now I wish I had because I am almost climbing the walls!
Apart from going out yesterday to visit my friend Egle for an hour or so, and in the afternoon for a short visit at the hospital's where my friend Franco's mother is convalescing, I have been here all the time.
Fingers crossed that tomorrow night I'll be back home with london1952!
When I tried to rebook the flight on-line, the first available one was on Thursday and felt a bit panicky at the thought of being here until then and missing work. Luckily, when I rang them up they said that they had a seat on tomorrow's flight. Phew!
(Relationships have been a bit strained with my parents since coming out and buying a house together with Adrian - and that was 8 years ago.
They don't want anyone here to know that I'm gay and I have resented them for banning Adrian from their lives. But of course they are my parents and I do care for them. And I know that they love me in their own way. That's why I always feel stifled when I come here to visit and I cannot wait to leave: my better half is not with me! I also feel that somehow I am compromising my integrity and stepping back into the closet.
Sometimes now they ask after Adrian but it's really not enough).