Massa, Italy
There comes a time when the 'smile and nod' goes horribly wrong. A lovely day of walking, my feet, crippled from my shoes, resting and sat having dinner with nonna and bisnonna, nonna starts saying something i loosely translated into "sport at 8" so i smile and nod and go back to eating. Nonna excessively hand gestures that she is putting bisnonna to sleep and i smile nod. Nonna comes back with some leggings and a green t-shirt, shakes them at me, rips the tags o...