Etna Wine Forum by day, Jazz Club by night
Joe got upstairs first, and thankfully, he made a pot of drip coffee. I will need it. I showered and fancied up for the wine event. First, a stop at Elena's. She looked elegant in her tailored grey sheath, pink Chanel jacket, and towering beautiful heels. She and I went with the boys to Mariella's. Nonno was sitting outside, so I went out to visit with him, and the boys followed. They are at the age of sibling battles, and I see a lot of young me in Ettore. I, too, endlessly tormented my sister when we were little. There was one ball with two boys fighting over it, so, obviously, I had to be the basketball hoop. I made my arms into a circle. Who will get the most points? Take turns and see! This actually worked. Next, my splayed legs were a soccer net. Ettore liked playing goalkeeper and Matteo likes kicking the ball. That worked as well. But when Ettore pretended to be a Witch, riding Mariella's broom, all hell broke loose. Ok boys--let's have you ride together as if