Here is the rather disgusting display of our six-seat train cabin that was taken up by us and our luggage.
Upon meeting up with my cousin, Martina, and her boyfriend, Michele, they took us back to her place to shower and get festive. Since it was still rather early, they took us on a tour of the downtown so we could see some sights and pick up some wine for dinner. Take a peek at Genoa...
According to Martina and her mother (my zia, Maria), these stripes are very particular to Genoa. Very.
But take a look at those stars! Aren't they fab?!
Genoa's main square, as we got ready to head out to Christmas Eve dinner with the family...
The stunning entrance to Martina's dad's apartment:
To start the amazing meal, we had homemade spinach ricotta ravioli served with chestnut cream sauce. I helped the cause with three helpings.
Martina, Jamie, and I, post Knee Bang. Jamie got RIGHT beat up during this trip.
Dessert highlight: dried figs with walnuts. Yumm-o.
The Dunk: dipping biscotti that wasn't biscotti into wine that wasn't wine. Yeah...the biscotti was harder and smaller than usual, while the wine was sweet as port, smelled strong as grappa, but tasted amazing. What a way to end a four-hour eating extravaganza.
Martina and her dad. Made us miss ours pretty hard. :(
Martina's father (who bears a striking resemblance to Mr. Big, non?) and his wife. What a darling couple. We had SO much fun with them.
LOVE the mummy...
Outside Martina's dad's place. Isn't this the coolest apartment?
Happy faces on Christmas Day, heading to my cousin's boyfriend (Michele)'s family's Christmas dinner. Wow, that was a lot of possession.
Happy faces at the dinner table...
Poppin' champagne...
Michele's mum and us:
The Zambuca sugar cubes. The face says it all.
...make that "faces"
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