So after my attempt at cross-cultural relations, I caught the train to Padova to have afternoon tea with my friends. The dress-code was tennis whites, although they made an exception with my cream cricket jumper. My friends called it 'Afternoon Tea' but really it was a large bowl of Pimms and lots of cake to soak it all up.
There was an enormous victoria sponge on offer - each half was an entire cake (sometimes I love miscalculations); we had brought a plethora of freshly-baked scones; some of the other attendees (hailing from other European countries and America) had a go at bringing something relevant (with little success) and of course there was the Pimms punch (complete with cucumber).
It was a really British affair - well apart from the fact that we were sitting on a rooftop in Padova in 27 degree heat, legitimately wearing yah-ishly large sunglasses. It was what people in Britain wish would happen when they have their own afternoon tea parties.
The internationals present at the time were quite astounded with what we could achieve with some eggs, flour, [very expensive] butter [with rivets in the package - seriously what is with that, you could knock at least a Euro off the price if you took the rivets out]. Anyway, with the various ingredients and plenty of jam and cream we'd created a real English treat. The icing on the proverbial cake, however, was what the Italians gave us in return... Sunshine... Lovely.
And I know it's gonna be a lovely day!
Padova, Italy, 2010
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