We are home by lunchtime. The fast train whisks us from Rome to Florence in just over an hour. Nonno and Nonna grab us for bear hugs and kisses on both cheeks. It is perfect to arrive at meal time. My mother in law shows love with food.
My girls burst past the kitchen to the garden. They check in with the chickens they named last year and the year before. Nonno shows them the roses, grape vine and tomatoes growing in his little patch of Eden. His garden is lush and curated. He knows every inch and cares for it like a friend.
My little one spots the large pot of strawberries and announces that she'd like one very much. "It's the first of the season," says Nonno. "I saved it for you."