Isn’t living in Italy different? If it’s different, doesn’t that make it interesting? If it’s interesting, shouldn’t I be writing about it?
I live my life day to day. It doesn’t seem that interesting. Except for some things that are amazing.
For instance: The coffee is always good.
Also: Italy is really old.
The house we live in, for instance: Who knows? Five hundred years? Six hundred? But who keeps track?
Now that’s kind of interesting.