Dylan's first town festival

There has been lots going on but Dylan has been incredibly sniffly and not overly photogenic. He's waking up many, many times a night but the poor guy can't breathe, so what are you going to do? This weekend was our town's festival to celebrate the patron saint. We call him "Saint Moritz" in the French just to make our town sound swankier as the full name of our town in English is "Saint Maurice on the River." Swanky is not an adjective I'd normally use to describe our town. Just to put it in context, the Redbeards called the place "nest of evil" when they conquered it back in the 1150s and the name stuck for many years. When Cristiano moved here when he was about 10, he got punched in the nose on his first day out to play with the neighborhood kids. And he moved here from the big, bad city and had considered this place, which is a mile outside Milan city limits, "the country." . Here are some pictures of us around town on a sunny Sunday.

Papi and Dylan on our street

Dylan watching us eat a funnel cake and not offer him any

The town church where Dylan may be baptized if we ever decide whether to baptize him or not

In an exciting and unexpected development, my gym has been chosen by the Indesit company (they make home appliances here) to test out their washers and dryers! Gym members can use the washers and dryers for free while they work out. The next time I go to the gym, I'm going to bring a wet load of laundry and see how the dryer works. An added incentive to continue to try to work off this baby weight! Check out the new "Laundrette" they set up in my fantastic gym!