Sunday in Noto. For reasons I cannot even articulate, I was having difficulty finding somewhere to go to church. I KNOW!!! For crying out loud – how hard can it be to find a Catholic mass in Italy!?

I did some recognizance Saturday night and found the Chiesa del Santissimo Crocifisso with a sign indicating Sunday mass was at 8:30am.

Come Sunday, I walked through the quiet strada and sat in the little piazza right across the street from a verrry sealed up chiesa. Every bench was filled with chattering old men (a common sight in these Italian towns).

After going back and forth between the church and the villa – the doors to the church opened and the Mass started.

When I returned, the kitchen was buzzing with photo shoots – and lunch cooking. You can bet that living with Food People is a guarantee of some fabulous moments of “let’s pore through the kitchen and the pantry and make something for lunch!”

Buon Cibo. Good Eats!

It was a full day of cooking, shooting, and great conversation. What an honor to be part of it.