So, this morning at breakfast my boyfriend’s mom was saying something about tomatoes and I suddenly had a flashback to one of the first mornings in Pisciotta. We were all getting ready to go to class and we could hear something being announced on a loud speaker throughout the town. We were all a bit confused because none of us could really understand what was being said; most of the students didn’t speak Italian yet and the loudspeaker wasn’t clear. We went to class and our professor explained to us that it was actually a guy driving around in his truck selling tomatoes. This happened every week. And they wouldn’t just be selling tomatoes, they’d go around selling garlic and onions too. Just imagine, a whole truck of garlic… Can’t you just imagine the aroma? How strong it was? I absolutely loved it. I’m certainly going to miss all of the fresh food from Pisciotta when I get back to the states. I swore to myself that I’ll only be buying fresh and organic food when I go back even if it does cost an arm and a leg. So, I pay a little bit more? What do I get in return for that? A healthy body. I think it’s worth it.
Published by Una Vagabonda
Hi everyone! Elementary K - 6 and TEFL Certified. Taught K-2 in Istanbul 2013-2016. Moved back stateside in 2016. Taught 3rd grade for three years, and now moving onto 5th math and science to 5th graders in Florida at a Title 1 school. Studied abroad in a little town in Italy called Pisciotta summer 2012. Best time of my life. Studied in Urbino, the town where Rafaello was born, for the the fall semester of 2012. Stayed with my husband and his family in Istanbul, Turkey for the rest of the summer of 2012 and returned 2013 after graduating. Learning Turkish in my spare time. Cat mom of two spazzy fluff balls. View all posts by Una Vagabonda