"We're having dinner, in the garden. At the long table. We're talking about my uncle's favorite dressing. Than my brother tells a story about a train robbery in the north. My grandma starts laughing, she sings a traditional song. It means so much to me, to be with my italian family." -Schradinova.
This song perfectly describes the evening we had in tuscany when we were invited by the apartment-owners to their dinner with the other holidaymakers. A wonderful evening with spaghetti, meat (well, not for me since i'm a vegetarian), bread, cake, wine and of course: the family itself.