Pursuing the expatriate life in Italy–“There’s a new kid in town”–thank you, Eagles

So today turned into a  bust. After that grueling 32 mile bike ride, I was dead on my feet. I took a nap and still slept like a rock when I went to bed that night. Was it the three pounds of spaghetti and vino bianco locale? Who knows? I do remember feeling as I woke up that I was too weak to move.

Because of this, I didn’t visit Colonella. I didn’t do a whole lot of anything. Bought groceries. Did laundry. Whoopee. The life of a king.

Yes, the mundanities of life must be attended to even in Italia. Continue reading