Adamello and Final Dinner

Today was a big shopping day at Adamello (shopping center). A tradition that has always been followed by Dad. However, traditions can be reconsidered 😈. You can always find olive oil, souvenirs, meat, and alcohol there, yes. But is it really worth all that action with the kids?!?!?! I love other countries and their stores, it’s so exciting what is considered normal there. Aya also finds shopping super fun in the meantime and can easily spend 2 hours at the cosmetics and makeup section. The youngest child has fun there too, of course, but the saleswomen and Mom less so. Quickly emptying all the glitter nail polishes, opening a brush from its packaging for a better view, and at the end of the shelf, there are deliciously scented bottles to squeeze... Help, distractions in the toy department. Wiwi holds on bravely, but eventually she's out of stamina too. She throws a tantrum because Mom always spends time with the older ones (aha, I’m hearing this version for the first time, usually she complains about the other section 🤪). And where on earth is Dad? He just wanted to grab a quick nap? Mom with 4 kids, one crying, the other now emptying the toy department (*NO, just one souvenir, not 2 Barbies and a Lego set on top*), Aya is complaining, wants to go back to lip gloss and co., Nana wants to go home. Dad doesn’t pick up the phone, so it’s a trip through the whole giant store... Eventually, he shows up with a whole basket full 🤬. Now Mom wants to go home too...

Resting and eating for everyone, that feels good.

In the evening, dinner again on the Piazza. And as a highlight, a gelato at the new place. Oh dear, they sell a minimum of 2 scoops. Lucky for the girls... Really romantic, warm evening, a live musician right by the lake... And then back to reality 😂: The ice cream drips all over, the other scoop lands cone-side down on the floor, one steals from the other for a taste and soon the next one falls from the bench 🤪🤪🤪.