Tuesday, July 13, 2010
In the haze/fog/heat of last night, both literally and mentally, I failed to include a few important pieces of our trip to Parma.
First off, Parma is the home of the extremely popular parma or proscuitto ham, and the origination of Parmigiano-Reggiano (which is also produced in the Reggio Emilia), the "true" parmesean cheese. It is also home to 2 global brands, Parmalat, and Barilla pasta. Yes, the Barilla you find in your nearby grocery store really is produced in Italy.
After we left the city of Parma and headed back to the hotel, we all decided it was time for a nap. Jameson was falling in and out of consciousness the whole ride back, so we thought a solid nap for him was a done deal. We put him back in the crib in the bathroom, and all was well, until about 10 minutes later when I heard the exact same noises as the night before. Sleeping just wasn't happening. Christine and Christer tried for a bit in their room, but they soon came to the realization that he just wasn't going to sleep, so they headed down to the pool while I napped. At about 6 we moved his crib and all his stuff up to their room so they could put him down for the night. At about 7 I got a knock on my door. Christer: "We're just going to go home. Jameson won't sleep for anything, and this just isn't worth it." Hallelujah! Let the angels rejoice! As I said yesterday, I didn't really have any idea of what to expect out of Parma, so leaving early was no big loss for me.
So here we are, it's 7pm and we're loading up the car for the drive home. Jameson still didn't sleep a wink during the entire drive, but he was 'lights out meatball' as soon as he hit his crib at home. On a side note: We stopped at McDonald's on the way home because we were all starving and it was the easiest and quickest thing around. The McDonald's didn't have an intercom to give your order. You just drive up to the window and give your order, pay, and then get your food at the same place. I got my usual, hamburger and a small fries, and some things just never change. McDonald's in Italy is exactly the same as McDonald's in Oviedo, and let me tell you something. After 2+ months of zero fast food and reasonably healthy/fresh meals, that McDonald's meal was terrible. I literally felt like I was clogging all of my insides with grease and fat, and I felt what I can only assume is a percentage of what the guy in 'SuperSize Me' felt a portion of the way through his experiment.
Posted by Kindra Taylor at 7:05 AM