If you are a visual person like me, you probably would like to see the apartment. It is lovely, tiny, and old. There is peeling paint and a old-lady print on the sofa, but it is ours. And it feels authentic.
By authentic I really mean:
1) We have a bidet.
2) We have a tiny Moka stovetop espresso maker, which I figured out how to use this morning. WHOA wake up coffee! Much stronger than a french press (which I heart).
3) The sound of motorinos is constant, as is the Italian ambulance wail.
4) We live three floors up from a pizza place, and our apartments neighbies are lovely Italian peeps.
5) The shower is tiny, and you had better not drop anything or you will fall out of the shower attempting to pick it up.
6) Our washing machine holds two towels OR four pairs of pants.
7) We dry our clothes on an outside clothes line. And then have to do calisthenics when we first put the jeans on, since they are as stiff as a frozen stick.
8) To light the stove, you turn on the gas - then flick matches at it until it flares up. Quite exciting.
9) The tiny loft upstairs is only big enough for Pips, or drying clothes if it is raining.
10) We can see the top of the Duomo outside.
Yes. I am sorry you can't pick up your soap if you drop it. This sounds very exciting and funzies. Thank you for being sensitive to mimzies needs. Keep writing, Italian beaver.
ReplyDeleteI am so excited about your blog, Pips and I are going to check it every morning when we eat breakfast. (I eat while he boinks me)
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