I’m looking forward to the day when I don’t feel like a 10-year-old only daughter whose adoption papers were just finalized.
Being the Coddled Daughter (or How to Use Your Privilege in Italy)
Using a Senior Subway Card (or How to Argue with Italian Transportation Authorities)
“Why did you let me come in then but not out?! Are you going to keep me here as a prisoner?” my father-in-law demands.
Becoming Italian Part 4 (or How to Get Legit in Italy – Marriage Certificate Continued)
Remember the signora with the URGENTISSIMO sarcasm stamp? I was completely wrong about her.
Becoming Italian Part 3 (or How to Get Legit in Italy – Marriage Certificate)
“You and your husband have the exact same birth date?” the Milan city hall employee asks me. "No, no, we don't," I say, showing her my passport while a nice cup of anxiety brews in my belly.
Becoming Italian Part 2 (or How to Get Legit in Italy – Codice Fiscale + Tessera Sanitaria)
We head to Agenzia delle Entrate to get my codice fiscale (more or less an Italian social security number) and tessera sanitaria, a card that will allow me to enroll in the public health system in Italy (suck it, Paul Ryan).
Becoming Italian Part 1 (or How to Get Legit in Italy – Permesso di Soggiorno)
In Italy, of all places, of course government work would be an art form. You see the Statue of David, I see a misshapen gargoyle that will delay the legal process by fourteen months.
Flying Solo (or How to Bond with Your Italian In-Laws)
If I can operate this espresso machine, I tell myself, I can do anything (or at least lots of things).
Going Commando (or How to Move to Italy)
We plowed over women and children in our rush to make the connection from New York to Milan, arriving an hour late from MSP. It was a good crash course in shedding my passive-aggressive Minnesotan skin to become an aggressive-aggressive Italian, but karma bit us in the culo.
