It’s no secret that I am not a fan of doing laundry in Italy. Ok, so who’s a fan of doing laundry in general, right? Well, I am pretty certain Italian women are fans of it. I’ve mentioned before that if ironing was an Olympic sport, the Italians would win gold every time. And in my latest Our Paesani column for Italiansrus, “Italian Laundry and How It Divides Us,” I explain how dirty clothes can unearth cultural differences that you may never have known existed. I unintentionally provide a tutorial on how to become an Olympian of laundry, too. Now, I’m going to avoid ending this entry by referencing the cliche, “airing my dirty laundry.” I guess the temptation was too strong. Sorry.
Before my husband and I brought Baby Boy to Ischia for nine months, I gave a lot of thought to how he would adjust. What I did not think about was my own adjustment. Parenting in a different country – especially when surrounded by natives with different cultural ideas about how to raise a child – can be a challenge. I wasn’t anticipating that. Not at all. Trying to be a perfect mom is even more impossible in the Boot than it is in the United States. Recently, I wrote all about my struggles in “A Day in the Life of an Italian Mamma,” an installment of Our Paesani on ItaliansRus.com. Read it. Some problems are universal.