Glam sham

For anyone who thinks my life is glamorous in Italy I want to make one thing quite clear, IT ISN’T. Still stuck in the dark ages, here is a list of why not:

  1. In order to do laundry I must first turn off the water boiler and/or the heaters.
  2. I have bought at least 7 umbrellas in the last 3 years.
  3. If I want a hot shower I must plan 2-3 hours ahead and turn the boiler on.
  4. If I break a leg I’m screwed because at night there is only one way to get into my apartment building and that is along a very steep staircase made of bricks.
  5. I have mold growing on the walls of my kitchen and am using the gas oven to heat the apartment on cold days.
  6. I have a friend who was treated as a second class citizen at the Immigration office because of the colour of her skin.
  7. I still can’t find cans of chicken noodle soup at the supermarket.
  8. Women still wear knee highs with a skirt.
  9. I can’t wear high heels anywhere without fear of breaking an ankle on the uneven streets.
  10. It’s been raining since Sunday!

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8 Responses to Glam sham

  1. Susan says:

    You live (in? near?) Genova. It’s wet. I think that’s why Colombo wanted to get away.
    I remember having the electric boiler, couldn’t leave it on all the time because electricity was so dang expensive. I’ve been living in a building for the last 4 years that has heating and hot water that comes from the main building plant – it is BLISS! I was living in another building before that for about 8 years that had the same thing, but it was a diesel-run plant – € 2000 a year for building expenses and we didn’t even have a lift!
    Have you considered moving to a larger town? The flat would cost more, but it might be worth it in the end!
    Oh, and plain white vinegar or a paste of baking soda will get rid of the mold. You can also get one of those Aria Pura things with the salts that absorb water, but you’ll have to put it out of your kitty’s way, the water collects at the bottom and is poisonous.

    • Well that would explain the giant bottle of vinegar that was in the apt when I moved in! Thanks for the tips…I think the vinegar will be a less toxic choice for sure. Now I just need a sunny, dry day to leave the windows open to air the stink of vinegar and I’m all set : )
      I did order a dehumidifier (for a mere 120 Euros), just waiting for delivery.

  2. I second the mold, the laundry and the racism. I also want to add the incessant ringing of bells every half an hour and Italians living with their mothers until they’re married.

  3. Susan says:

    The only thing that bugs me about laundry (other than having to hand-wash wool sweaters – in *cold* water – in the dead of winter (can we say brrrrrrr?) is having all the freaking laundry hanging around the house for days until it dries.
    I want a drier! But I don’t have the room or the funds for paying the electricity for a drier.
    I don’t have the bells because I live outside the city centre, but I used to live right in front of a basilica. Personally, I think traffic noise is much worse or hearing one of those (excuse me) stupid Harleys farting its way down all the surrounding streets in the summer with all the windows open. I hate Harleys with a passion – if they are in my neighborhood.

  4. Well I guess that takes care of me going to Italy! Not really. There is pretty much no chance of that happening.

  5. Kay says:

    I have just “discovered” your blog and am working backwards, resisting the temptation to comment, until I got to this post.

    Why is it that the rest of the world sees only the vino, the sunshine, the beauty of the cobblestones? “Under the Tuscan Sun” certainly adds to the appeal and visitors come in droves to share my little part of paradise. I don’t tell them about the cold stone walls, erratic email connection, the struggle to make ends meet, the time it took to become “local”. I love my paradoxical adopted country, I really do. But it certainly is NOT an easy place to live, unless you are prepared to give away control of your life and banish home comforts into the recesses of your memory.

    I am free to go, I guess, wherever I choose. But rural Italy, not some gorgeous Italian man, holds my heart and I stay.

    I was interrupted just now. The mechanic, on his way to or from lunch, has just called in to get my keys to rescue my car; fan belt trouble on the way home two nights ago. He is honest, hard-working, and puts up with my strange descriptions of the ailments of my vehicle, mostly understanding what I am trying to say.

    Is it the place, or the people? The history, of the future? Or is it just that for now, the time and place for me meet up here in Italy?

    Now back to reading your entertaining blog… thanks!

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