Not a phrase that has instilled fear into too many people over the years, granted, but right now I’m terrified. My wife’s cousins are on their way, eight of them, and it’s down to me to organise a Langhe-filled few days for them.
So far, all our visitors have been English or American. They’re easy to entertain. For a start, they’re in Italy so they are already excited. Then they’re blown away by the beauty of the area, by the food, the wine, the weather. Walks through the vines, trips to the market, a worker’s lunch (a cheap lunch deal that can be found at a lot of restaurants), everything is exciting.
Not so the Italians. They’ve grown up visiting Cinque Terre and Venice on weekends, they’ve been drinking great wine since they were ten years old and going to the market is nothing more than an inconvenience.
And then there’s the food. The Langhe claims to have the best food in all of Italy, which in turn basically means the best food in the world. But these guys have grown up eating their mother’s food. And as anyone who has ever met an Italian (particularly a male) knows, their mother’s food simply cannot be beaten.
Wish me luck. This is going to be a long long-weekend.