But the Four will turn Five in Vancouver this summer, so we'll see her before long. Meanwhile, happy memories were captured in this photo my daughter emailed me, taken by her at Friday night's dinner. If you follow me on Instagram, you may already have seen this, but I wanted to have a copy here as well. This is part of what I said about it over there:
Taken "the other evening in the seaside fishing village . . . where the menu included seven tasty appetizers (more like tapas, really) and then our individual choices for a Primo or Secondo Piatto (three of us chose something pasta; one of us chose grilled fish). A really lovely evening--such a pleasure watching our daughter, son-in-law, and especially our granddaughter chat comfortably (well, the little one was a bit reserved. I think she doesn't like to show up her parents 'cause she's the most fluent of the three) in Italian with the owners/servers.
Side note: I must have gone to sleep thinking about their ability to do this because I woke up with the word "chiacchierare" in my head. That tireless file clerk in my memory cabinet must have searched for it in the dusty files marked "Italian lessons"; it means to chat or to chatter, and I love its onomatopoeia. Interestingly, there's a fried pastry with a related name, "chiacchere." It's crunchy, so also onomatopoeic. . .
In case you're wondering, we did eventually get that day in Rome -- the day after we accepted Four's invitation to watch her swimming lesson. I have photos uploaded for two posts about that day. I guess I haven't completely left Italy yet, after all.
Also, for those who might remember my post about another memorable meal with our expat branch of the family, the Little Girl who had a tough time staying at the table in Split when she was two is a very civilized diner at Coming-Up-to-Five.
Do you have favourite words in other languages? Do they surface unexpectedly from time to time? Or does that little file clerk in charge of your memory archives surprise you with other long-forgotten gems? And how does your memory do when it comes to special meals? Is it the taste of the food itself or the sense of the setting and/or the company that you remember? Details or an overall mood or impression? I'd love to know. . .