This weekend we packed up the kids and the kids – kids, (lion, teddy, baby duck and tiger, who by the way do not have car seats.) and we headed to Turin to go see ‘il nonno’. That’s ‘The grandpa’, and I have yet to figure out why in the heck the Milanese people put ‘The’ in front of names but they just do.
It took us ages to get out of the city (an hour) but once we were on the autostrada it only took us about an hour and 15 minutes to get to via Moncalieri where Nonno lives. We had a quick bite to eat out, and headed back to Nonnos’ house where we fell asleep before our heads hit the perfectly ironed, crispy white pillow cases.
The next morning the sun was shining and the sky was a rare kind of color that we don’t see much of in Milan. Blue. The winter air was crisp and the paths that trace the river Po was already full with early morning joggers.
We go to the The Valentino Castle, a historic structure that captures the attention, even of my 3-year-old. We continue through The Valentino Park and into the medieval village that sits on the massive river bank. (they were doing some renovations – but was an amazing sight none the less.)
By the time we walked to ‘La Fontana Dodici mesi’ my kids were sort of over sight-seeing. I was barely able to take convince my 5-year-old to take my picture in front of the fountain for this post.
As we drove back over the River Po, I realize just how incredible Turin is and make a mental note to come back again soon to see all that this amazing city offers!