It was a beautiful sunny day here today so I decided to hang laundry outside to dry. It reminded me of our trip to Italy. One of my most cherished moments in Florence was hanging our clothes outside the window of our fourth story flat to dry. For some reason hanging the laundry made me feel like I lived there rather than just being a visitor. It brought me back to my childhood and it felt so authentic Italian to me.
Below is a pic of our laundry at home and at the flat in Florence. Yes, I dropped a couple of clothes pins and a pair of reading glasses while leaning out the window to hang the laundry in Florence. :)
My grandparents were both from Italy. As a young child, I remember hanging laundry outside on the line to dry. We lived with my grandfather and he shared many Italian customs and traditions with us. We made our own wine from grapes in our orchard and had a wonderful vegetable garden.
I was blessed to grow up on a large farm where we grew grapes, figs, cherries, apricots, prunes and more. As a young child, I didn’t realize the value of growing your own fruits & vegetables. I wish I’d paid more attention and learned more about it from him.
One of my favorite childhood memories with my Papa (that’s what we called him) was baking bread. There’s nothing like the smell and taste of fresh baked bread. We would help him knead the dough and when it was ready to shape he let us make our own. I loved making mine into teddy bears and other fun shapes.
We also made our own fresh pasta, raviolis and tomato sauce. Every year we went as a family to a tomato farm and picked fresh tomatoes. Then we'd cook the sauce and put them into jars so we had enough for the year. We had a huge pot that was about 3 feet wide and 3-4 feet tall for cooking all the tomatoes. We put the pot over a fire outside to cook them.
Anyway, I got a little off track there with bread and pasta. LOL Back to the laundry and Italy. Hanging laundry in Florence brought me such joy because I felt like I was touching a piece of my heritage and was a resident rather than just a spectator. Who would ever think that doing laundry would become one of my favorite memories of Italy.
Florence was incredible! The flat we stayed in was gorgeous and the people we rented it from were so kind and helpful. The owners are Micaela and Francesco. The home has been in Francesco’s family for many years. It was his Grandmother’s home and he would go there often as a child. I'm so grateful they shared their beautiful home with us and for all the precious memories we created in Florence.
Pics of two of the bedrooms in our flat.