In an attempt to be more jolly this holiday season, here are the silver linings to my recent grievances.
Too legit to quit, ragazzi.
“I don’t think I have the right ticket…” I text Alberto from a bus -- a bus that I’m riding illegally without any valid documents aside from an old Iowa driver’s license.
Riding the Milan subway makes me feel like a globetrotter who’s got places to go and people to see (I don’t, usually).
I don't enjoy cooking but I do like homemade Italian food and interesting dinner companions.
After all we've done for you, you ungrateful son-of-a-me.
Despite my best efforts to avoid a fight on the first day of school, I have to flee a brawl.
My husband has many talents (e.g. making risotto, doing mental math, assembling IKEA furniture), but teaching me his native tongue is not one of them.
“What I did today and yesterday is not arrogant, it’s just proactive,” Renzo explains.
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.