Soon after my arrival in Italy, William introduced me to his dear friend Adele. He had told me before about her, an older lady in her 70's living on her own in the countryside in a little house, having her own little garden, and eager to have a chat. I imagined a sweet Italian lady.
I didn't expect - Adele!
She is a sweet Italian woman but far from a lady! People might say she doesn't have all her marbles, but I would say she is wonderfully eccentric and such a lovely and genuine soul. She does live on her own piece of land, very proudly, in a house that is not much more than a shed. But she makes the best out of it, and is so proud of everything she has, and loves to share whatever she has.
William and some friends even organised a little car for her in the past. She doesn't get much of a pension, and gets little to no support from her sons, but she is one of the happiest persons you can imagine.
In the beginning she was a bit upset about me, because she was in love with William (erm, well what to do!) but we soon got along well, and I helped her gardening and planting her vegetables, and in return she made us pasta and a strange kind of cake.