NOI SIAMO SOCI DI IPERCOOP. If you want to buy food in a Walmart-type atmosphere, Ipercoop is the place. We shop at the one in Cogorno, where we purchased a membership several years ago. Ipercoop is a cooperative based on the communist history of cooperatives In Italy. Most of the supermarkets in Liguria are communist. They operate much like Sam’s Club, but with communist propaganda.
I like Ipercoop. It costs about 25 Euros to join. I can find almost everything here, including books and fine cheeses. They don’t have lavelle, however. The cashiers are seated. You pack your own stuff in bags that you pay for or bring along. We got low-price tickets for the Expo here. Hard beach shoes for 9 Euros.
I MEDICI. We ate dinner with two doctor friends in Sestri Levante. It was a fabulous evening on the beaches and winding through the crowded streets. Before that I ate a bunch of fish. The other three, Marco and the doctors, ate pasta and fish. Doctors are judgmental but not very self conscious. They scarfed down about 500g of pasta, each, and then lectured us that 100g of pasta would be too much for one meal.
LORENA. I think that Lorena’s grocery store is the best place to buy food in Cavi. I fear the Anchovies, like the ones in that first episode of Sponge Bob. Anchovies cannot form a line. When Marco and I shop at Lorena’s, we buy a lot of stuff: zucchini with flowers, fruit, bread, cheese, a crostata. If the Anchovies want to buy only focaccia, or a couple of peaches, they push ahead. They barge into that tiny space and act impatient. Anchovies are best eaten fried and covered with lemon.
Today we’re shopping with the Saracens. Sarzana is a tiny town in the low mountains about 30 minutes from here with a strip mall and that great furniture store, Grancasa. The people there are short and thin with slanted eyes. They want to help; they want to sell. The prices in Sarzana are pretty good.
I’m getting sick of the beach. Bring me that cappuccino and that spremuta di pompelmo! Then leave me alone. No more bare butts and hairy chests. No more swimming! The good thing is, I’m getting the updates done on my book – Social Security Disability Practice.
We plan to go back to the Expo on Wednesday. My idea. I want to see the Brazilian pavilion, early morning, before the Anchovies show up. Last time, on the long metro ride to Rho, I saw some interesting sights. There was a family of foreigners, and the woman was large. Three kids, two parents. They were traveling the metro with luggage. When the baby started crying, I thought – Oh, no. But the large woman had a solution. She pulled out one of her breasts and started feeding the baby, no cover. The baby stopped crying and ate. Everybody stared. I said, “Wow,” but Marco noticed nothing. I had to tell him the story later.
Before the Expo, I want to eat breakfast at Alvin’s one last time. Here’s hoping the people will be amusing and abundant.