N is for

Nonno and Nonna :) My Dad's parents, and part of the reason I love everything Italian. Our summer holidays spent visiting them in a tiny village up a mountain are some of my happiest memories :) They were typical grandparents from another generation and country. A few of my memories of them

Church every Sunday, then Nonno would play botcha while Nonna would go back to the house to prepare Sunday lunch
Nonna going ballistic when I held Aldo's hand in the piazza - I was 17 at the time LOL!
Nonna looking after me when both of my legs swelled up like balloons after numerous horse-fly bites
Learning from them how to care for baby chicks waiting to be baby chicks in the incubators
Milking goats
How to barter at the markets
Clinging onto Nonna when she was leaving England after her one and only visit here, I was 5 and devastated
Nonno referring to Mum's salad cream as 'rubbish' - one of the few English words he knew!
Spending a week with them, just Dad and me, learning all about family/village life :)

And that's it for today, short and sweet. It's my 19th - eek - wedding anniversary and shopping and cinema is beckoning :) x