- Fresh baked bread. When you can get it. Which is hardly ever, but it’s clear that no one really eats bread from a grocery store.
- The freshest produce you’ve ever had. Blink and it’s black.
- Farm fresh eggs. The first time I’ve ever eaten an egg that didn’t come in a Styrofoam carton. My God, what have I been doing all these years?!
- We bought mayo, but haven’t really found the need to open it yet.
- Melone et creme gelato. Great combination.
- Italian drying racks. You wash your dish, put it in the cupboard above, it drip dries into your sink. Genius.
- Apparently, Italians do partake in shots, and pride themselves on asking you to try them all.
- They haven’t yet discovered Swiffers. There is a whole market to break into out here, Proctor and Gamble. Real mopping is for chumps.
- Lack of food genre. I’m not sure they understand what variety they are missing out on, and I’d kill anyone for a fajita right about now.
- Did I mention, I have not yet been able to get into the bakery?
- The songs of summer, Italy 2013: Get Lucky (Daft Punk), Blurred Lines (Robin Thicke), I’m in Love (Ola), I Love It (Icona Pop). REPEAT.
Bonus- Things You Learn Not to Take For Granted in the States:
- Seedless grapes. I got so excited about these giant, gorgeous grapes I bought the other day. Then I remembered there are no conveniences in Italy, and found they were littered with seeds. After that, I started to get worried about how they make seedless grapes in the States… that shit can’t be natural.
- Coffee anytime of day. If you arrive at the bar/cafe after noon, you will be given strange looks when you try to order a coffee. You should have switched to alcohol by this time.
- Exercise. They don’t do it here (on purpose). I actually feel like I have to hide the fact that I need to workout.