Italians don't mow.  It drives me crazy.  Our communal condo grassy area has needed to be mowed for weeks and no one seems to notice except me.  GP says I'm an obsessed American, but after London I think I'm an obsessed Anglo-Saxon.  London gardens and landscaping were impeccable.  The grass borders looked as though they had been trimmed by hand with scissors.   Not so much here.  Everything green is overgrown except trees that they prune down to stumps.  Personally, I like my grass short and my trees big and bushy.  I mowed our little yard Saturday.  Evidently . seeing me out there made our "landscaper" neighbor feel guilty because he finally mowed his lawn that was about a foot long.  Now if he'd only do the front.....

Tomorrow Grace is away in Milan for a volleyball tournament with her school team.  It's rather a joke because there isn't really a school team.  Just a few girls who get together once a week to play.  To have enough kids for a team they had to recruit and have a one time 2 hour practice today.  They will be playing against teams that meet 3 times a week.  Well, they should have fun and it will be an opportunity to see another International School.  I'm going to a friend's house for drinks at 6 while waiting for the girls to get back, then we'll all go out for pizza.  If it stops raining long enough I may mow again.  xxoo me