Before we can claim any concrete benefits, though, Montagano, our sponsoring town in Molise, has to pull together all our records (birth certificates, marriage records, and so on) and transcribe them into the town's own record system. Then the whole collection has to be sent along to the national government as well. Once that's completed, we can return to Montagano, see all our pals there, have a drink at the Circolo Union, and get our official Italian identity documents. When that might be, Peter was unable or unwilling to guess, but I'm fairly confident we'll be able to take care of this sometime this spring.
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Prosciutto di Parma, salame, and torta fritta (fried bread) |
I just hope our Southern Italian friends don't feel betrayed by our decision to make our Italian base in the north. Maybe we should bring them a whole Parma ham as a peace offering.
3 comments:
You had me at soft puffs of bread cooked in hot lard.
Congratulations on being officially certified as never having renounced the Italian heritage you never thought of renouncing in the first place!
Kudos if your digestion can handle that food. Mine could not.
You have to work up to it. The fizzy, low-alcohol wine helps.
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