Cinque to Farm

For my friend who shall remain nameless who didn't want a post dedicated to her. Vacations with kids ain't no vacation. You get me. You always do. P.s. gluten-free isnt a thing in Italy.
We headed out of Cinque Terre this morning after grabbing a delicious breakfast. I found the prices at Cinque Terre to be surprisingly reasonable. Our village has 1,000 residents and sees 2 million tourists per year (can you imagine Inola getting that many tourists per year? Inola is WAY bigger land-wise, too). Online forums said if you don't book months and months in advance you won't get a room, so we must have caught a last minute cancellation. It was the only room we found anywhere around and it was a 3 bedroom, 2 bath place. Lucky break!
We found out it is a national holiday today- Liberation Day, the day they celebrate the end of Nazi occupation. You're welcome, Italy :) There are few things I hate more than Nazi occupation so I was happy to celebrate with them.
We made it to the farm after enjoying the beautiful Italian country side on the way (snow capped mountains and ocean views), and had plates of pasta and bread. Yum, but also ugh. Then we played soccer for hours (I literally laid on a blanket for part of that. Dang the food here!) I decided my whitest kid needed my hat worse than I did. My kids play soccer with all the European and Indian kids at school and have fallen in love with the sport (sorry Grandad, but don't worry, I'm still the only Socialist in the family, although the boys do call soccer "football" now) so we played soccer, visited the animals, played with Italian kids on the playground and took our bath and got in our jammies since the restraunt didn't open until 8pm, we went downstairs to dinner in our footy pajamas.
We only had 6 platters of food and 3 desserts brought to the 5 of us for dinner. They're killing me! There are no menus, and we dont really order. It's truly like being at your grandma's house, but with an accent. "You want some pizza? I make-eh you some pizza. No appetizers? Ok here you try these appetizers I make-eh for you anyway. I make-eh some pasta for the children, ok?"
Today was a great day and looking forward to seeing what kind of trouble we can find tomorrow, our last day before we head home (but less than we found in Marseille, hopefully.)
P.S. We found out that not all of Italy stinks at bread making. The awful unsalted bread and olive oil thing is a Tuscany only thing. Thank goodness.