- They’re finally turning up the heat. A midday walk/jog should be just painful enough to ensure I’m down 5-7 lbs. by the time I go home.
- I haven’t spent enough time talking about fresh olives. If you notice many of them still have stems, fresh from an olive tree while you’re snacking and having an appertif, you know you’re living the good life.
- The deli in town that gives free samples. It’s like getting a free bologna roll-up at Tops as a 6 year old, all over again. But instead it’s some funky cheese with a weird aftertaste.
- Italian girls are going out at night in boots. Boots. It’s 110 degrees outside, but damnit, they’re going to wear their boots.
- Morning walks. Anytime before 9AM, you’ll be mostly alone, and the sun hits the ridiculously gorgeous surroundings in a way that makes you feel as if you could be a world-class photographer.
- Amaro Montenegro con ghiaccio.
- The 7 different kinds of bags for garbage/recycling + unattainable garbage schedule. There are 7 color-coded bags, some of which are labeled different things (in Italian, of course.) You know they’re all going into the same garbage dump somewhere.
- The old lady sneer. No amount of smiling, nodding, or buongiorno-ing gets them to look at me with anything but disgust and distrust. One of these days I’m just going to yell, “BOO!”
- Lizards on my ceiling.
- Screen-less windows. Italians just aren’t afraid of bats and/or lizards invading their homes, I guess.
- Italians don’t wear seat belts. In fact, I was scolded in the front seat of an Italian car because that’s just not cool. Britney Spears and her infant son-drivers would have fit in very well here.
- Amaro Lucano senza ghiaccio. Let’s stop pretending it’s not just Jäger.