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More Flashbacks for a Friday

This one is a beauty!  Thanks Ann and Lydka for sending it to us:

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From Ann and our friends at “All Things Il Volo”.

Who knows what Il Volo’s first performance in the United States was? Nope, it wasn’t American Idol! In February 2011, Il Volo performed on this show and blew the audience away..

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You know…here’s another one I never get tired of watching.  Thanks Penina for sending it to remind us:

Hope this all posts OK…after-all it is Friday the 13th and a full moon!  (Leaving now…shopping for garlic.)   🙂

Have a good weekend, a tutti!



Italian Kids vs American Kids

From The Italian-American Page Via Ann (anncruise).

Of course I had to add my two cents.

American kids: Move out when they’re 18 with the full support of their parents.
Italian kids: Move out when they’re 28, having saved enough money for a house, and are two weeks away from getting married….unless there’s room in the basement for the newlyweds. (Do the Boschetto’s have a basement? ~M)

American kids: When their Mom visits them, she brings a Bundt cake, and you sip coffee and chat.
Italian kids: When their Mom visits them, she brings 3 days worth of food, begins to tidy up, dust, do the laundry, and rearrange the furniture. (Hey, any Italian mom out there, come on over. Please! ~M)

American kids: Their dads always call before they come over to visit them, and it’s usually only on special occasions. (Not my Dad. When I moved out he came over because he was afraid I would be with an Italian kid. ~M)
Italian kids: Are not at all fazed when their dads show up, unannounced, on a Saturday morning at 8:00, and starts pruning the fruit trees. If there are no fruit trees, he’ll plant some.

American kids: Always pay retail, and look in the Yellow Pages when they need to have something done.
Italian kids: Call their dad or uncle, and ask for another dad’s or uncle’s phone number to get it done…cash deal. Know what I mean?? (Anyone have Uncle Giuseppe’s number? ~M)

American kids: Will come over for cake and coffee, and get only cake and coffee. No more.
Italian kids: Will come over for cake and coffee, and get antipasto, wine, a pasta dish, a choice of two meats, salad, bread, a cannoli, fruit, espresso, and a few after dinner drinks. (If I had been born in Italy I wouldn’t fit thru the door ~M)

American kids: Will greet you with “Hello” or “Hi”.
Italian kids: Will give you a big hug, a kiss on your cheek, and a pat on your back. (I am expecting that at the next M & G ~M)

American kids: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
Italian kids: Call your parents Mom and Dad. (I secretly call the Boschetto’s Mom & Dad. ~M)

American kids: Have never seen you cry. (They have if they’ve been with me to an Il Volo Concert, I weep with joy through the whole damn thing. ~M)
Italian kids: Cry with you.

American kids: Borrow your stuff for a few days and then return it.
Italian kids: Keep your stuff so long, they forget it’s yours. (Like your heart? ~M)

American kids: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.
Italian kids: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing, and just being together.

American kids: Know few things about you.
Italian kids: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.

American kids: Eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on soft mushy white bread.
Italian kids: Eat Genoa Salami and Provolone sandwiches on crusty Italian bread.

American kids: Will leave you behind if that’s what the crowd is doing.
Italian kids: Will kick the whole crowds’ ass who left you behind.

American kids: Are for a while.
Italian kids: Are for life. (True. Il Volo is for life! ~M)

American kids: Like Rod Stewart, and Steve Tyrell. (Who is Steve Tyrell? ~M)
Italian kids: Worship Tony Bennett, and Sinatra. (I know one who worships Sinatra. ~M)

American kids: Think that being Italian is cool. (American adults think so too.~M)
Italian kids: Know that being Italian is cool.