We came back for lunch at Nogherazza where we were met by a severely hung-over Chuck. He wasn't his ebullient self. Lynne was infirma, with a very bad itchy rash that seemed to be spreading. He had a meal with us; disappeared and reappeared with Lynne in about 45 minutes. So the lunch ended up being about a three-hour spread.
Next to us, a big table filled up with a family celebrating a nona's birthday. They sang happy birthday to her in Italian, and then, to her surprise, we sang happy birthday to her in Englese. She came over to thank us and asked us where we were from. Just like always, her response to our answer was, ah, Las Vegas!
Nona’s Birthday Party
Then Chuck took us to Andrea's house. Andrea is the owner of Nogherazza. He is an Italian nobleman, a Count I think. His "house" is a understatement. It is a castle. He took great pride in showing us the renovations he'd been making to a castle that was at least two centuries old. He has big plans for an outbuilding next door. An indoor swimming pool and four bedrooms above!
Andrea holding court in his kitchen. I perform an engineering plan review while Gary observes.
His wife is one of the Ferragamos, as in the shoe dynasty. I think they have a few coins to rub together.
We returned to Nogherazza for dinner. I gave up after the secunda course and escaped to our room and this blog. Poof! If this continues, I will weigh 400 lbs. when we leave.
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