The Grocery Store

I have grown to love the Esselunga. At the beginning of my stay here I dreaded every time I needed to go the grocery store to buy food. I never knew what I was getting and where it was coming from. I would leave not knowing what I was going to eat and for the first couple of weeks counted on my bread and raspberry jam sandwiches for my meals some days.

However as time went on, I was able to develop a bit of a relationship with my grocery store. Now when I go in, I know exactly where the things are that I like to eat. I know when to buy and when to wait for my next shopping trip. I know the grumpy tellers, in which I avoid at all cost.

I am going to miss this little Esselunga. It is in no means a big store. It had a whopping 7 aisles, but it had everything I needed. I am also going to miss one teller in particular. There were some nice ones, but this one was the best. He knew who I was the moment I stepped in line. I never knew his name but he would always say hello and try to speak some English to me even though his English was as good as my Italian. :) When he was talking to other customers telling a joke, he would always look at me in line and try to translate it for me so that I could be part of the joke as well. I never got to say goodbye to him and I guess that makes me a little sad. I'm not sure why but he almost felt like a type of friend to me some days. Bye Esselunga