Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
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Friday, October 23, 2009
At about noon tomorrow,
I will have been living in Italy exactly one year.
Life is always going to be weirder than you expect.
I can't find the post anywhere now! Send a postal address to themunimentroom@hotmail.co.uk and my copies of The Oldie (the subscription kicked in this month) can wend their way Romewards.
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Feeling Italian yet?
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of feeling Italian, what are the Italian traits that you most differ from?
ReplyDeleteI speak quietly and think that speaking loudly is a mortal sin.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I know that sequins, shiny vinyl, leopard skin print and clear plastic platform shoes with goldfish in them
are for little children.
They are a nation of magpies.
I can't find the post anywhere now! Send a postal address to themunimentroom@hotmail.co.uk and my copies of The Oldie (the subscription kicked in this month) can wend their way Romewards.
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