This week, a group of us stranieri pazzi expatriate bloggers here in Italy have decided to join forces and tackle a common subject: Stuff we didn’t do before moving to Italy.
Quick update for my #Fitaly friends… the rest of you may read it and laugh at me and my tiny bits of progress. I shall then spit on you.
Just a quick update for my Fitaly readers here. Don’t worry, I also have a post about smashing my head into the brick wall that is Italy. It’s scheduled for this weekend.
I feel like I’ve climbed Everest. I’ve cured cancer. I’ve solved world poverty. I’ve lost ONE WHOLE KILO in a week, whilst remaining inside the geographical confines of Italy! AND, I am fairly certain I didn’t offend anyone in the process.
A fun recipe for your pears AND for your marriage to an Italian man. Remember, your job is to open his horizons!
An analysis of the keys to a fulfilling life, according a Reggiano farmer.
My daily life can no longer support the onslaught of carbohydrates and pork that this country is wielding at me. This is my call for help. (#fitaly)