There's no such thing as an Italian Fender Bender.

While parallel parking in the wrong direction on the wrong side of the road, we hit the car in front of us; a fender-bender, if you will. I was the only one in that car of Italians to panic.

Nix: You just hit that car, that can't be okay, can it?!
Paulo: Why not? We have a bumper.

That is a summary of my life in Italy. Now please educate yourselves with the subtle differences between Italians and the rest of the European Union:



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A Brewski in Düssi

I spent a long weekend back in Germany to visit the place in which this (extended) year-long sojourn first began. A typical night out in Düssi with the best friends I could have made in the short amount of time that I lived there.

As with any night out, it was made even greater with wonderful company, extreme happenstance and a few rounds of beer. Kate, Sebastian, Devlin, Rania - I send you my love from Italy!