to “my life as a sherpa.” I am becoming an expert in a kind of mountaineering, like it or not. :-))

I’ll not address the fact that it is necessary to descend and climb Mt. Everest at the beginning and end of each day, and sometimes many times in between.

I’ll not address the fact that are a lot of steps on a very steep incline.

I refuse to address those issues and deflate anyone’s idea of la dolce vita.  In particular, la mia.

But here’s what I will address: the idiot canadese couple who said, oh sure you can come to live in Italy without a special Visa!  We do it all the time!  Who cares as long as you don’t get sick or file for social security.

And then I, after 10 weeks in Italy, can still be gullible said, seriously? You can? Posso?

And then il marito della due mi parla, “Si, e che non solo scopo, ma uno supermercato grande e meraviglioso e molto vicino la tua casa” and you can walk there faster than you can say “likety split.”  Ha ha.  I am still walking.

E e vero e non divertente a me. Seriously.