In my time here bedridden, I've been fortunate to get to spend time with Manuel's grandmother. Around 4 pm she usually will pop her head in and bring me a hot cup of tea and some cookies, and we sit for a little bit and chat. Almost everyday she says something that makes me either crack up laughing, because she's a sharp lady, or tear up because she's an adorable grandma, as most tend to be.
We are sitting by the window (correction, I'm lying in bed by the window and she's sitting) watching the clouds roll in, discussing how its supposed to rain the day after tomorrow.
She shrugs, sips her tea, and tells me that they have an old proverb that when punta mesco (the big mountain lumbering to the right of the village) wears a "hat" (of clouds that is) rain is due.
I traded proverbs with things like, "it's raining like cats and dogs" and "April flowers bring May showers".
She sat quietly listening, laughing a little at the image of cats and dogs falling from the sky, and then raised herself up to bring the teacups into the kitchen.
As she turns back towards me, she pauses. "Cri, we have another
important one here in Italy."
"Oh yeah?" I reply, waiting for sage wisdom from sailors about clouds and such.
With a chuckle she replies, "when it rains...you open your umbrella".
The wisdom of Italian grandmothers never ceases to make me smile.