I’m a writer in Italy. So I’m supposed to write about it?

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: The engineer who is helping us sort out some problems with the title say it was probably built in the 12th century.  But who keeps track?

Now that’s kind of interesting.