"They grow grapes everywhere."
In the ditches beside major highways, in fields that look like they'd be better suited to wheat, and in their back yards, or front yards.
The train lady came by and said what many Italian people have said to Owen: bello (beautiful), and picollo (little). He gladly eats up all the attention.
Owen finished off the rest of the carrots I made for him the other night. I'm very proud of him because they were pretty chunky and there were a lot of them. We also managed to find some organic zuchini and potatoes. He hasn't had many veggies. They don't seem to be that available in Italy.
On the subject of food, there has been a lot of meat available for babies. Crazy meats like ostrich and rabbit and horse, as well as others like turkey, two or three different kinds of fishes, and pork. They all have pictures on them, so it's easy to tell what you're getting... We've tried to stick to the basics, in case he had a reaction (and because I couldn't bring myself to feed him some of the stuff) - pollo and vitello and tacchiria (I think that's how you spell it, or close enough). The other day though, we ran into something that had a picture of a cow on it called manzo. There was also some vitello there, which had a picture of a different cow too. But on further inspection, the vitello cow seemed somewhat smaller. We realized we've been feeding him veal!!!
Our train stopped in Milano and then we had to board another train to Tirano. We had about 50 minutes in the train station so we took a peek outside. Milano is a very different city than Roma. Much more cosmopolitan, with modern tall buildings mixed in with the old. We saw a McDonalds in the square. We ate there. We are pretty sick of paninni and pasta.
We are in the alps on our new train. Our first class ticket got us a bigger seat, but not air conditioning, like on the first train. But the scenery is already very beautiful.
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