A side note

My family is feeding me extremely well. I mean insanely well. I mean I almost feel like I am robbing them for the little I paid for the meal a day from them compared to what it would cost me to eat out. For example, tonight I had an artichoke pasta dish that the dad's mamma made, best thing ever. It was like a lasagna but with artichoke and butter and cheese. Then I also had a lasagna type thing, he called it something different. Then, they had a plate of bread, and two meats, and cheese. It was what we at home might have for an appetizer for the four of us... but this was all for me. Then, yes THEN, they had a kiwi and a pear for me, just me. I ate a kiwi the other day because I couldn't eat both an apple and a kiwi and the kiwi was smaller. Now I think they think I love kiwis and have served me one at every meal. Needless to say it is a good thing I walked a zillion miles today otherwise I never would have finished my food. It may be because they have sons and don't know that girls just don't eat as much, or they are trying to be polite and make sure I am not hungry. But I can't help but think of "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" when everyone keeps feeding you. I know they aren't greek but I feel like italians have a similar relationship to food.

Also, for some reason I do not look American to italians. First they guess that I am english, then a spaniard, and then german and finally say "americana?" Perhaps it is because I don't travel wearing a college sweatshirt, nor do I ask for olive oil for my bread (if you are in Italy, they don't put olive oil on their bread, sadly that is something american italian restaurants invented.) Anyway, it makes me laugh.