Sunday, December 29-Waking up in Paradiso
by Marc Gunn

We woke up that morning to an breathtaking site. The rain had stopped and the moisture had settled in the valley, but up on mom's hill, we had a perfect view of the Dolomites! It was exquisite!

The fresh air combined with this amazingly grand mountains looming out of the ground, changing color with the sun while clouds floated by beneath us. My camera went crazy!And I found some great shots that I'll try for our CD.

Camisano Market

Finally, we headed off to Camisano for their weekly market. There are two things I enjoy about going to the Camisano market: (1) seeing the people, (2) Cheese!

Long, long ago, my mom and I would go to the market, buy some Asiago cheese and a cooked chicken. We'd visit Tiziano, eat a panino while I'd look around and enjoy the vitality of the bustling market.

This Sunday, we arrived near noon which is about the traditional end of the market. So mom dropped me off, I hobbled quickly through the streets with one goal in mind. I passed Tiziano, "Ciao, Marco!"

"Ritorno subito!" I shout back telling him I'll be back.

I pass the shoes, the shirts, the fake antiques and turn left and stop in front of a big, trailer that is a portable cheese store! Things have changed. No longer is there the much-adored, slip into the side and be the first to get my order taken.

No this time, I took a number. As I waited to be called, I took some photos of the delicious cheese and the wonderful people working there. How much should I get? Ooo! And Asiago was on sale! I started to drool.

Finally, the order came and I got four etti (which is 400 grams) of Asiago and one etto of gorgonzola. I stepped away from the cart and saw my mom coming with lunch. I began to cry.

*Sob* "I can't believe it", I cried to her. "L'ho fatto! I made it."

My mom was all concerned. "What's the matter?"

"I m-m-made it. L'ho fatto a Paradiso. I made it to Heaven. *sniff* All this cheese only cost FOUR DOLLARS!"

She busted up laughing while I continued to feign crying. Finally, we stopped, and I wandered through the market on my crutches occasionally stopping to eat some cheese. I was happy!)

Then back I went to Tiziano's carella to wait for mom. Tiziano had the winter mushrooms out. Which I don't ever remember eating. So later that day he cooked me some and brought some over. But I missed out on 'em.

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