Easter and family..lot’s and lot’s of family

After more than 10 years of living in Italy I know what to expect on holidays, especially holidays like Easter or Christmas:  lot’s and lot’s of family. (ahem, my husbands’ that is)

Like every Easter we pack up our car and drive to the South of France. There is practically my husbands’ entire family including aunt’s, uncles, cousins, even second cousins, as well as my mom who is visiting from America.

The first couple of days are quite chaotic even though we are all staying in separate houses. There is grocery shopping, lunches, dinners and kids to be organized. My husband’s aunt is the matriarch of the family, she is the one who decides where we will eat and when we will eat. She does this for lunch as well as dinner. She is ‘Nonna’, (grandma) and although Nonna is 82 years old she has more energy than myself and my husband put together, never forgets a thing AND does not take no for an answer. Fortunately this year, she is far too busy having a social life of a 20-year-old and so we are left to ourselves after receiving our morning orders. My mom adores ‘the Nonna’, she tells me she hopes she can be like that at her age, with all of her energy and spunk. My mom always has something positive like that to say. I’m happy she’s here and I’m happy to be out of the city.

The weather is wonderfully warm with amazingly clear blue skies. My mom and I take advantage of the unusually warm temperatures by taking the kids to the beach whenever we can.

My kids playing at the beach near Beaulieu sur Mer

By the end of the 3rd day before going to sleep my 3-year-old son says to me ‘Mommy, I don’t want Grandma to go home EVER,EVER,EVER!!’

This makes me smile, but makes me a bit sad too as I wonder where their lives will someday take them..

my kids playing in the sunny warm weather on the French Riviera

About Cassidy_S

My name is Cassidy, I live in Northern Italy with my husband and 2 kids. When I first arrived to Italy the only thing I was sure of was that I wanted to live in this country, a country that is not known for its organization but is more beautiful than you can imagine!
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