Antonietta has become my best friend. She is so cute. She is like a little bird, and she reminds me of my friend Lorraine. So much so that whenever I see her, I grab her, and hug her, and kiss her. Initially she seemed taken aback by my enthusiasm, but she seems to have gotten used to me. Now her face lights up when I walk by her window, and she makes the constant gesture of "let's eat" as I pass by her window.
When we go to town, she tucks my arm through the crook of her elbow and introduces me to all of her friends as the "americana." I have been introduced to her people at the market place, the shoe store, the butcher store and the "forno" or the bakery. Everyone knows her, as her family has lived her for 300 years in the same house, if you can even imagine that!
When I look up at her window, I always hope that she is inside.