Tag Archives: Expat problems

There are days

There are days when I stuff my clothes into my tiny, leaking washing machine, and pull them out, two hours later, sopping and dripping onto the kitchen floor. The weak spin cycle is useless. There are days when I lean out the window, and display these soaking-wet garments on one of the the three window-wide […]

Non-Italian Food

I love pasta. I love pizza.  But variety in the spice of life, and I just can’t get behind the argument that it’s possible to eat pasta every day because there are “so many kinds.”  It’s still noodles and sauce, and sometimes you want something different. My burning desire for “not Italian” can sometimes lead […]