I love Italy. I love Italians. I love Italian. I've re-realized all of this this weekend. I've also realized that one of the smartest things I've ever done was to not move to Italy.
If last week's bureaucratic runaround didn't convince me, my visit to the post office just did. 37 minutes to mail a postcard. There were 6 people in line. Nothing is easy at an Italian post office. When I finally got to the counter, the guy was all like "where's the stamp, I can't mail this without a stamp, etc". I'm like why the fuck do you think I've been standing in line for 37 minutes? I don't have a stamp. etc.
I'm totally not complaining. I'm hurrahing myself for not ruining another thing I love by becoming over-familiar with it, which is what moving to Italy as planned would've been. I've had a great time over the past few days, despite almost zero sleep.
2 comments:
How right you are about Italian post offices... nevertheless I'm ITalian, living in Amsterdam and longing to go back to Italy.
Hey C....
That was in no way intended to suggest that Amsterdam was "better" than Italy...I'm just very appreciative of the fact that we left Italy as a wonderful place to visit and didn't taint it with the banality of everyday life....
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