Market and Pisogne

And the day changed... More relaxed, less racket and shouting, more vacation. In the morning at the market. Nice path along the lake. Even better finally having coffee in hand/in mouth. Mom still sleeps badly and needs a double boost. The haul wasn't that big: Aya snags some sunglasses, Lala a glittery backpack, and Wiwi strawberries - which in the end, the youngest almost ate all 😈. Dad grumbles like a rooks about the absence of a plate for the spritz and 20 seconds later this selection follows. Mind you, this is just added to the drink. One can really beam with joy again 😂. At home, we had an indoor picnic. Recharging all batteries. In the late afternoon, we then went outside the hut again and headed to Pisogne to the beach club. The lady at the entrance immediately clarified that we belong to the right side of the pool without beach chairs. Hmm, however, the only shade is on the left side. Dad plays dumb and happily trots over to the shade. Mom and Nana don't find this so chill and want to at least rent beach chairs. The honest souls. It almost leads to a family argument when suddenly a nice older gentleman comes over and simply sets up 4 beach chairs right in front of us. It's a gift, he says with a wink. Dad wants to invite him for a drink, but he declines - haha, Dad's drink invitations apparently only work on the female side. The wave pool in the lake was fun, even though everyone ended up with sore feet. After some chill time and stone games on the shore, we had an improvised beauty session on the lawn and then directly into the village for dinner. The impatient little rascals led to a walk while waiting for the food and lo and behold, one discovers quite a few pretty alleys - Art Alley, where arts are hidden and displayed everywhere. So lovely 💕. The food was good, but not a lucky hit either: 30 degrees red wine, hair in the Casoncelli, burnt sausages, and fallen Bufala. Heyo, the dessert was tasty again.