Livin' La Vida Loca

Just realized that I have not posted since October 8. Wow that is a while ago. That is because.... I'm living the vida loca! Get the reference? Haha! It has been a crazy few months. Let's see, what have we done this Fall? End of September we saw the cows come home. We went to a wine festival that had carnival rides so the kids stayed occupado while the parents drank. We went to the Alsace Lorraine region of France for a weekend where some of my ancestors came from. Cool. I now know why we are a bit crazy. The decor in ALL of the restaurants were saws. Yes, saws for cutting things. Hacksaws, giant two people tree cutters, regular saws. It was a bit spooky. We went to Innsbruck, Austria, which we loved. Muenster cheese for Ian! What was funny? The store keepers looked at Ricardo and asked if he was Italian, but to me they just started speaking German. Umm, what'd you say? Good thing I took German in High School right? Totally could understand EVERYTHING!

Halloween night we actually got Tricker-treaters. Oops! Had no idea the expats would do that. Broke out the faux pas and gave out just made cookies. And the rest of my chocolate stash from the closet. I will be prepared next year! Promise! Then we went to a Cuban concert in the middle of this tiny town. We were rocking in our seats. No one else was. That all happened before November!

November hits! Then we had to prepare for two Thanksgivings and assessments in school. I volunteered a bit and helped a few friends. Then we prepped for family coming for Christmas. Ricardo's family has invaded for Christmas. The inlaws arrived the beginning of December and took a week to visit other friends. Star Wars 7 came out, so that was a day event. We got to see it in 3D! Love the ships coming at you. Brothers and Sis in law and families arrived this week, and we have been taking them around Switzerland and the famous Christmas markets.

Now it is my birthday. My present? Staring at Ricky Martin's face as I type. There has been a lot of typos that I have had to fix. I don't care if he bats for the other team. He is dreamy! That and looking at my husband's bum while he is standing next to me reading as I type. He is dreamy too! I am having an awesome day with my family. I love them dearly, and I am very happy they could come all this way to share our first Christmas in Switzerland. We are just waiting to get the pork in the oven so we can have a proper Puerto Rican/Cuban Noche Buena.

Oh and we are also waiting to head to the pub to see Santa arrive with a donkey. Yep. A donkey in a pub. Start of a joke? I can probably think of one or two...

Take it away Ricky!.....

Things That Make You Go Hmmmm....

Okay. I totally love this song. I remember seeing them at Grad Night 91. Ahh, so long ago...

I really like living in Switzerland. But there are a few cultural things that I just don't get. And I am not talking about the high price of veggies. I mean, just yesterday I spent $3 CHF on two Roma tomatoes. 2! Why that much? Tomatoes grow like weeds! Or at least mine did. I could have fed the entire country of Italy with the yield I got a few summers ago. Maybe that is why Switzerland is a rich country. Everybody is a tomato grower. And, okay, yes, I also spent $5 CHF on a mango. But hey, it was a Spanish mango! Or was it Israeli? Whatevs. It was delish! Definitely gives the Brazilian mangoes a run for their money. And I have to confess that in prior years I have forked out major cash for sustenance. I once spent $15 US for a jar of dill pickles. Don't go hating! You gotta do what you gotta do at times. But I won't do that here. They don't have Vlassic. And while I can go on and on about pickles (no hidden message intended), I will get to my point.

There are a few things I am really curious about.

1. Why does Switzerland rip up roads? Like, all the time? One day you have a perfectly good road. The next day there is a big hole in it. They fill it up, and two weeks later another big hole. Why? Couldn't everything be done at the same time? It could be a perfectly smooth road, and they rip it up to repave it. And it is not just the roads. Sidewalks fall victim to this too. Why? I seriously want to understand this.

2. Why do people wear parkas in 40 degree weather? Okay, not everybody, but a major majority. Can you even say that? Any who, the climate along the lake is pretty mild. Not too hot, though I was dying this summer. But I think that had more to do with no a/c. And the winters are not too cold, nothing under 15/20 degrees. Well so far. But October hits and the parkas come out. Meanwhile, I am sweating just looking at them while in my t-shirt and unzipped hoodie. I can actually handle wearing that and not be cold. And this coming from a girl who is always cold. I have a comfort level of +/- 5 degrees from 80. My husband will say 3, but I am giving myself a bit more leeway. Don't ask me to translate that to Celsius. Not gonna do it! (Please say like George HW Bush, or Dana Carvey imitating HW).

When we first got here, my boys had ski outings with school. Since it was their first time on skis, I tricked them out. Meanwhile it is 25 degrees on the mountain and they are boiling, stripping off layers. We are from Minnesota. 25 in the winter is shorts weather!

See?

Of course, their coach made them put everything back on. I guess few can understand how warm 25 is compared to -20. But back to my point. Why a winter parka in October? Maybe their blood is thinner from all the wine they drink? And I don't mean that rudely. I will figure this out too.

3. Why do the street cleaners come out in their little trucks and clean the streets in the pouring rain? Is there a benefit to this?

4. How do Swiss women walk in high heels on cobblestone streets? They have it timed to always hit the pavers. I cannot do this. Nor am I all that graceful. And I always hit the spaces. How have they learned to do this? And look cute at the same time? And while walking up and down hilly streets? I have all of these cute shoes that I cannot wear. This is truly sad coming from a shoe fanatic. FYI, my favorite word is sale. My favorite word grouping is shoe sale.

Just a few things that boggle my mind and make me go hmmmm....

What's New Pussycat?

So have to leave this video at the top! You are probably thinking, what the heck will this be about? Well, this is a post about our trip to London. Okay Jen, that has nothing to do with pussycats or Tom Jones. Well he was born in Wales, but that is a completely differnt country, all together. That is a completely differnt country. (You were supossed to repeat by the way. Not sure if you got that.)

The song is actually in honor of me mum! Okay, you gotta explain this one. So before we left, I was speaking with my ma about our trip. She started quoting this nursery rhyme. Yes my issues are hereditary.

Now you need to repeat this in a high sing songy voice please. Cause that is how we roll.

Pussycat, pussycat where have you been?
I've been to England to visit the Queen.
Pussycat, pussycat what'd you do there?
I scared the little mouse under the chair.

Okay, even typing I said it high and sing songy. Did I visit the Queen? Yes, but she was not home. The State Rooms were open this summer, though. Really cool actually. Well not really, the palace was kindof stuffy. I understand why she heads to Scotland. Tad bit warm in the rooms!

Yes, creepy faces on my children. The scare the mouse face, and the boo no Queen face. Or really boo no Kate face. Yep, only the boys and I went. Poor hubby had to work. So I took the boys on a Jennifer trip around London. We had a great time actually. 3 days of walking and sore feet, but we saw cool stuff. We even got up to the "English countryside" to visit friends. Forgot to take pictures because I was too focused in soaking up time with them. We had a great evening at a British pub to go with the great company. Also ate the best burger outside of Brazil.

We went to the London Eye, ate on the steps of the National Gallery, had burgers 3 of the 4 nights (because burgers are just that good), saw the Tower, went across just about every bridge that traverses the Thames, and found out all kinds of extra useless knowledge.

Like, the nursery rhyme "Mary, Mary Quite Contrary" is about Mary, the Bloody Queen, who executed bunches of people. Getting "thrown into the clink" is a saying about getting thrown in prison. The Clink is actually a prison in London, which we visited part. Gruesome place really. And "pulling my leg" is from those poor prisoners, if they survived the Clink, who were hanged and their family members would pull down on their legs to help them die faster. Nice right?

On that note, Parliament was also open for the Summer. Totally cool as well. We could only take pictures of the front two rooms. Really interesting to see the similarities and contrasts to our American system. Not everybody has a chair to sit in. They could probably borrow some of ours since our legislators are hardly ever there. I know this because I went while in session and there were only 5 people on the Senate floor. Umm, we have more than that right? We got to see the room where William Wallace was tried, found guilty, and sent to be drawn and quartered and disemboweled. Here is the room. Oldest part of Parliament. And yes, Javier did say "Freedom!" in honor. But not very loudly.

The ceiling is made of wood. Don't think you can see the intricacies of the workmanship in the photo. Really nifty, if I do say so.

We had great weather for most of the time, except the day we went to the Tower. We got washed out there, but we saw the Ravens (not the football team), the Crown Jewels, and the torture devices. No I am not bloodthirsty. My boys are safe. No need to call CPS.

See perfectly fine. Though truly sick of mom taking group selfies. Can you take a group selfie? Sounds like an oxymoron. Or is it called a groupie?

And one last picture before I close. To quote the infamous Chevy Chase, becasue he is so famous, he is in-famous...

Look kids! There's Big Ben! There's Parliament!  Clip in case you want to see... http://youtu.be/iAgX6qlJEMc

Back in the Saddle Again

No this is not the song by Aerosmith. This is a tribute to Gene Autry. Because he is awesome.

We are back baby! Back home in Switzerland. I was going to title this "The Boys are Back in Town" by Thin Lizzy. Excellent song, but I am not a boy. To the ever loving appreciation of my heterosexual husband. Though I do have man hands, that does not count. Then I thought of "The Bitch is Back" by Elton John. An awesome song, but I try not to disparage myself. Others, no problem, me no. And the man hands thing does not count because it is true. I have to buy men's small gloves.

Well, we left Switzerland with three suitcases and a golf bag. We came back with seven suitcases and a box that contained the golf bag and whatever else I could not fit in the suitcases. Yes, the suitcases were empty when we left here. Hey, my boys grew three inches each since we moved! I needed clothes for them. And a few for me,who am I kidding. But I managed to get each suitcase about 3 pounds under the borderline. I am that good!

I also came back a tad bit grayer. My eldest turned 15. In the States that is the time to learn to drive your mom gray, I mean learn to drive. So off to class lessons he went and then to road experience with dear old mom. In my defense I was extremely patient for my temperament. Which is to say, I had some. Which is to say that is not a usual occurrence. That looks weird. I had to google "occurrence" to get the spelling. Huh, never knew there were two "c's" and two "r's". Whatever. But he did very well. I am an excellent teacher. No that is not a joke. Family, you can stop laughing. Yes, I am serious. I am a good teacher. I only grabbed the wheel about a half dozen, okay, maybe a dozen times. He did a very excellent job at it for about 15 hours total. Then we left. He will be going backwards and forwards in my drive here for the next year since he is not allowed to drive in Switzerland until 18.

One thing about Europe, in this part at least, it is very quiet in August. Everybody leaves. Most of Europe takes August off. Yes, I said August. It is also the hottest time of the year here, well half July and into August. We have kept busy to stay away from the heat. Holy cannoli it was hot here! And with no A/C, it made it worse. Like let me lie down right here and not move the the day because it is too hot to breathe type thing. So we headed off to London and Copenhagen for a week. Both will have their own post. Don't you worry! We are happy to be back, mainly because my hubby is here. School starts soon so my vacation will start. Whoo hoo! But I have to go back to school too. French lessons will not take themselves!

In the meantime, enjoy Gene.

America

Yes! We made it back, and I could not think of a better song than "America" by Neil Diamond from the movie "The Jazz Singer." First of all, if you do not like Neil, then you are un-American. Just saying. And who does not want that sparkly shirt? Seriously. So we are back for the month. Have to celebrate my oldest's birthday and get him driving lessons. Though he will not be able to drive in Switzerland, it is the thought that counts right? And we will be celebrating Independence Day with family. Always a plus in my book.

Do I like living in Switzerland? Yes, who wouldn't? The views outside my house are spectacular! I hike the hills of the Alps or the vineyards most every week. I have met great friends. I am in the land of chocolate, which is a major food group in the food pyramid for me. However, there are a few things that I definitely miss about the U.S.

First and foremost, I miss toilet seats in public restrooms. Not that I use them or anything. I can squat with the best of them. I have great quad muscles. Really it is the potential to need one along with a half roll of toilet paper covering it that I miss. Sometimes, toilet seats are extremely necessary.

Two, Super Target. Where else can I pick up a sweater and a carton of ice cream at the same time? And then have an eye appointment with the eye doc? That was my Monday.

 

Three, a large grocery store that has great shopping hours. My local store in the States is Cub Foods. Does that picture say open 24 hours? Why yes it does. I do not have to get my weekend things on Friday because I inevitably forget on a Saturday at 5 that the store is closed until Monday. What are the Cub Stores, like 25,000 square feet of shopping? Total food heaven!

 

Four, a mall. Any mall really that has the regular 200 stores in it. We do not have a mall in Switzerland, only small shops. But sometimes a girl just needs a mall. I happen to live in the area that contains the largest mall in the U.S, Mall of America. Four miles of shopping nirvana on 3 levels. Oh yes, and it has an amusement park in the center. And a movie theater, a comedy club, a hotel, and like 10 coffee shops. My other major food group.

 

Five, DSW - Designer Shoe Warehouse. Because sometimes a girl just needs a fifth pair of black shoes.



So not too many things. Well my friends and neighbors are naturally on the list too. I do have a few of those. And I will be visiting them, and all of these places several times before we return. My credit card is going to get a workout!

I`m Too Sexy

This past Friday, my hiking group went to Les Pleiades above Blonay, Switzerland. This is where you ski in Winter. I don't, but you can. One lost tooth is enough for me, right Meggan? In Spring you go hiking to see the Narcissus bloom in the fields. Get the song connection now? You have to be narcissistic to sing this song, or act like the guys in the video.

The Narcissus, Narcissi, Narcissuses, grow like crazy here. Fields and fields of them. And they smell so good! If I was going to be turned into a flower like the Greek guy was, I would choose that one too. Though he actually did not choose, did he? Am I even correct on that story? Since it was on the ski slopes the hike was very very steep. I think when all was said and done, Hans said I did 71 flights of stairs. All in two hours! It was a lovely day. I will be bringing my family back here over a weekend!

What was best? At the end I got to see my spirit animal! (See http://fernandez-brazil.blogspot.ch/2011_07_01_archive.html)

Roar

I swear, my children never go to school. There are more days off than I can count on all of my digits. In April, out of 24 days of school possible, they went 11. Nutzoid right?!

So in May they had off for Ascension and we went to Interlaken. Then they had off Pentecost Monday, which is called Whitsun - had no clue what that was until now. We cleaned that day since even France was closed. But that Saturday, we decided to get out of Dodge. Again.

Where'd we go? Lyon of course! And yes, there were so many people that it did road louder than a tiger, kinda like a lion maybe? Okay, so it is a stretch, but White Lion does not have a self-titled song. Maybe I could have gone with Big Country's "Big Country," but then that would not have made any sense. Or any more sense than this one. We waited too long to look for overnight somewhere. Everywhere I looked the town was booked solid. So we only did a day trip. Wasn't bad, only 2/2.5 hours to get there. The drive to Lyon was like going through Tennessee and the Appalachians. Though with old castle ruins along the highway. There were parts of the road that stretched over gorges, some almost 1500m long. At times it looked like we were going to drive right over the edge and into the sky like the end of "Grease." Sorry there are no pictures of this. I was concentrating on not falling off the side of the mountain.

In Lyon, there were so many people it put Disney to shame. The old town was very lovely. Old world cobblestone streets packed with cute shops. There was one street called Rue du Boeuf (cow meat in French) which actually smelled like steak. Probably because there was a steak restaurant on the corner. I wonder if that was where the old meat market was? Makes sense. Not that kind of meat market you sickos!

There were also some old Roman ruins that date back before Jesus. The boys thought that was cool. My husband thought he could live in Ancient Rome. My boys asked if I could. My answer was not appreciated. I said I could not live in any time where women were not free and mostly equal, and where they did not have underwear. They did not understand that comment. So I explained the importance of underwear to women. They were not hungry after that.

We did eat typical Lyonaise fair and had a great time. We really enjoyed our day, minus the underwear discussion.

Walk The Dinosaur

So two Fridays ago my hiking club walked to the Gorges du Chauderon outside of old Montreux. It was a very nice walk up the mountain through the woods with friends. A couple of us commented on how it looked like the set for Jurassic Park, and we wondered in a T-Rex would come out of the forest and eat us like a poor goat. Fortunately, that did not happen. But it coulda!

 

Then, a little further along I commented on how it actually could be scenes from "The Hobbit" or "Lord Of The Rings." I was ready to look for my precious.

 

My lovely friend said that she did not like those movies and has never seen them. I gasped, "What!" Well I am not a Hobbit fan either. But you have to watch LOTR just for Vigo Mortensen alone! Especially because he is dirty a lot. Again, she had no clue what, or should I say whom, I was talking about. Again, gasp! What! So I showed her this...

Now she understood. Then I told her he was on my list. Again, confusion. What?! These Brits and Europeans missed the classic "Friends" episode (season 2 ep. 8 "The One With The List")! So I explained the list to them.

I think they thought I was crazy. But that is a given. I mean the theme song to my life is Ozzy's "Crazy Train." Duh! But it took our minds off of waiting for a raptor to corner us in a field and attack us.

Rock of Ages

Yes the definitive song by Def Leppard. The video is really creepy. Close ups of unattractive behinds, weird monks, and a scary looking chick. But a great song nonetheless from the pre-arm era of Def Leppard.

At present we are living in an non-Catholic country. However, we get the Catholic holidays off. In May this year that means Ascension Thursday and Pentecost Monday. And nothing is open. The ironic thing is that in France, a Catholic country me thinks, everything is open. The boys had three days off from school, so I wanted to take the long weekend and get out of Dodge. Unfortunately, our town decided to have a Beer Festival. Do I drink beer? No. But my husband does. He wanted to go, so that precluded us from staying gone. Now if you go to this festival during the day, you will see very lovely people. We hit it at night. Let me tell you, my husband wearing his sleeveless t and gym shorts - an outfit I have seen him doing yard work in - classed up the joint. Needless to say, we did not stay long nor return. Could we have gone away? In hindsight, yes. But we went on a day trip only. Where did we go? Interlaken.

Now Jen, why have the title "Rock of Ages" if you went to Interlaken? Shouldn't it be "Michael Rode The Boat Ashore" or something like that? As an aside, I used to think the title was "My Goat Oared The Boat Ashore." Easy to confuse it, but why would a goat be oaring a boat? It doesn't have hands. I am a woman, I am illogical. Back to topic at hand (hoof). Haha! I mean Interlaken actually means between two lakes right? Well you are correct. However, we went to the start of the Bernese Alps, a very beautiful countryside which we will have to visit again. There is a lot of hiking and gondola rides and fun stuff to do. And besides, one of the highest places in the Alps, called the "Top of Europe" is located here. And since the Alps are millions of years old...Rock Of Ages. Yes my mind knows no bounds of crazy.

Interlaken is very lovely and only a couple hours away. Not much to do there itself, but a great jumping off point for trekking through to better locations. If you like to take your life in your hands, you can paraglide off the mountain. No, thank you. There is also river rafting and zip lines and a toboggan ride down the mountain. See? We have to go back. We could not fit everything in. Plus we want to go to Grindelwald and Jungfrau, the "Top Of Europe" and go to where they filmed James Bond's "His Majesty's Secret Service." Though reputedly the worst Bond movie before any by Timothy Dalton, I still want to see it. So we will be back (please say like The Terminator.)

What did we see there then? Well we took a funicular up the mountain, really a hill compared to the others around us, and hit the top of Harder Kulm. It is a platform that overlooks Interlaken in the valley. Ricardo took a 360 panoramic which I did not post, but very cool. Then we hiked down again. Ride up? 10 minutes. Hike down? 1 hour 20 minutes. My calves are still hurting from that hike. Very steep at parts, flat at others, but the boys were troopers and we had loads of fun.

After a yummy packed lunch we hit the St. Beatus Caves. As legend has it, in the 6th century St. Beatus killed the dragon that lived in the cave and moved in himself. The ultimate in eviction notices I guess. The cave system is perpetually 10 degrees celsius (48F), very comfy after a hot trek. It was formed over millions of years by an underground river. Hence "Rock of Ages," again. The Stalactites and stalagmites were really neat. Some rock formations made skull faces and creepy things. We even saw the "Scream" face. At times I felt like were in "The Goonies" (my favorite movie) and being chased by the Fortelli's. Luckily, we did not need any pinchers apparel, pinches of peril? Whatever they were. We had hand rails and stairs. Amazing what underground rivers can create, right?

 

I took loads of pictures and too many according to my child. But I did not want to miss anything. This place is tops for visiting. Although no one taller than 6 feet should go into the caves or you will be stooping the whole time. Swiss people are notoriously average in height.

We had a great day. Can't wait to go back and see more things!

Peace Out!

Escapade

I left the video at the top this time for one reason. I was going to title it "Holiday," but the music video to that Madonna song is just horrid. I mean truly. If you don't believe me, check out this link: https://youtu.be/5Rswx2Z7SDw

See? horrid to the max! So yes, we took a Holiday, some time to get away. We went on an escapade. Did we save our troubles for another day? Well yes. After we got to Rome that is. The Swiss have this thing about being on time. That is most, except for our train conductor. He did not have a sense of urgency at all. There could be a few reasons for this. 1. He was not Swiss; 2. There was Footie on the Tellie and he had to watch the game winning goal so he stopped the train in one city, for 20 minutes. 3. He was not wearing a Swiss watch, or he was and just forgot to forward the time from the time change the week prior. Whatever. We were 45 minutes late getting into Milan which made us miss our Rome train by 5 minutes, thereby having us rebook on the next train where we did not have assigned seats and had to play musical chairs for the next 3 hours at the different stops as people got on and off. Phew! Nice long sentence! You might ask why I am using the pronoun he for the conductor. It could very well be a woman. Well not in Switzerland. They have very archaic 1950s June Cleaver views of women. So the conductor had to be a man. So it was a man's fault, and I am sticking to it! Did we get to Rome? Yes. Did we have a good time? Yes. Did we leave our troubles behind? Yes.

Five days in Rome allows you to see everything. Even though we walked like 50 miles in that timeframe, we still gained like 2 pounds each. Why? Well our three favorite P's of course, pizza and pasta and panini. So delicious! Another factor was also probably our favorite "g" spot, the Gelateria. What did you think I would say? Come on this is a family friendly blog about the Catholic Mecca! There is gelato everywhere and we sampled it. Why not? It was $2 euro a scoop! Now I cannot eat ice cream. I know a crime. But I can eat gelato. Yes, I am weird that way. I need to research the difference, note to self.

So five days. Our first was a tour throughout the city lead by our youngest. Ian found out that a basilica is a church. He did not correlate this prior. However, we saw some of the coolest churches that we would otherwise have skipped. Favorites? Well all, but really cool sites were Aventine Hill with San Sabina Basilica and the Knights Keyhole.

  

Totally cool. The floor was covered in crypts from the whenever, looked Medieval and Renaissance times. The keyhole picture is an enlargement. You can just make out the Vatican Dome. Other cool places if you are going to go? Basilica San Giovanni e Paolo (first picture below) and Basilica San Giovanni Laterano (second through fourth pictures). The second has the original church structure which was the first basilica in the world and dedicated in 324 AD. Cool right?

I probably should start with our walk to get to Ian's list. See My wonderful husband has never steered us wrong. Even if we go out of our way a bit. Which is what we did the first day. See, we took a turn too early and got on a road that had no sidewalk on part of it. No worries right? Should only be a 100 yards or so. Well it was about a half mile of this:

We hugged the wall needless to say. But we did get up to Gianicolo hill, which was our first stop. Another must see. Just make sure you do not take the turn too early. Okay, what else did we see? Yes, we got to the forum, the Colosseum, the usuals. If you want a great view of the forum, take the elevator to the top of the National Museum (the white building with the angels in chariots on top) and you get a bird's eye view. Very lovely. The creepiest thing we saw? The Cappuchin Crypts made out of bones.

We did say, "Sup?" to the Pope, just about everyday. Our hotel was on a quiet street in a quiet neighborhood. The easiest way to get to the heart of Rome was through Vatican City. So that is how we went. One thing I have to say about Rome? There are more nuns per capita than Starbucks in Seattle. These little ladies were everywhere. Now if you have ever been to Rome, you will know that traffic is crazy, and you take your life in your hands crossing the street. That is unless you are a nun. Everyone stops for nuns, even speeding buses. So every time we crossed a street? I looked for a nun. Now don't go thinking I am disparaging nuns. Like a good Catholic girl, they have my upmost respect these ladies. And I am not breaking any Seinfeld laws (episode 19, season 8 - Anti-Dentite https://youtu.be/ythrdCsOFJU) by making sure a nun was around when I crossed the street. I have little kiddies to look after! Okay, so they are almost as tall as I am, but they are still my Schmoopies! 

We got to the top of St. Peter's dome, another must! We saw the inside of the Sistine Chapel. That my friends was an experience. Get skip the line tickets of you go. If not, 3 hour line! Yes we took an illegal shot of the ceiling. Not an example of a good Catholic. 

 The tight walk up to the dome.

 View from the top.

 

Behind the statues. They have names on them so you know who is who, but only if you are right behind them.

 The ceiling.

We had a great time! Oh one more. This is the tiniest car I think I have ever seen! So adorable! And So Italian!

Peace Out!