Bidets
It appears this is the French word for pony because you ride the thing like it takes you places. One never stops learning. History tells us that furniture makers in the late 17th century introduced it in France for their Royals’ rooms. Because we all know they are clean people over there.
This would probably trick you into thinking they are big on bidets in baguette land nowadays. Think again! Looks like this is the one thing we savvy borrowed from our arch nemesis. We are smart what can I say. A bathroom without a bidet is not on anybody’s radar where I come from. We’re just not built that way.
Now this is a definition taken from Wikipedia, best ever, cracks me up!
Bidets are primarily used to wash and clean the genitalia, perineum, inner buttocks, and anus.
Very meticulous, thank you.
Some other little facts I didn’t know and have learn today:
Fact # 1 - Bidets may also be used to clean any other part of the body; they are very convenient for cleaning shaven heads, for example.
Who knew! I’d love for someone to explain me why that is better than a regular shower or sink. Leg exercise?
Fact # 2 - Bidets once served as a practical way for couples to prepare themselves before sex.
Any expert?
The thing I don’t get about countries that don’t use them is why the heck should one take a whole shower or, and I don’t want to think about it, keep the dirt where it is, when somebody actually gave them a way to get the best of both worlds? Just beyond me.
So here I am picturing myself trying the weirdest stuff to clean my genitalia and anus, thanks again Wikipedia, next to the sink with the aid of maybe a sponge, dripping water all over the floor. Very convenient.
Mozzarella e prosciutto
Hot summer days’ quick lunches, year round munchies. Fine sliced raw ham, prosciutto, and milk dripping buffalo mozzarella are my saviors. I usually wrap the prosciutto around a small mozzarella ball and OMG. I may be able to find it in So Cal but what will I have to sell in order to buy them? We shall see… Some things I can certainly deprive myself of for a bite of heaven!
Blinds
When I was young before going to bed I used to cover up every single light in my room with a piece of cloth. Digital clocks, TVs, chargers, you name it. Then I lived in England. Come dawn I had no escape, that sneaky light was all over the place. British boot camp built my character and I can proudly say that I no longer go coocoo on every electrical device in sight. But I still love my Italian traditional blind, it astounds me how smart we are. As above, why not use it if it’s there. US sunrise I fear you not, but I hope I get thick curtains in my house.
My room
I designed my room from scratch in 2005. I sat down and I drew it all with colored pencils. I was so dedicated to it. I got it so right after 6 years I would change nothing. My room is an open book to read me, it is me if I were furniture, that’s why we get along so well. I’m going to miss you room!
Cappuccino e cornetto
I get it I’m a hunger whore. I just love food what can I say! Have you ever tasted a hot cappuccino with powder chocolate all over it and a flaming cornetto with tender insides melting in your mouth first thing in the morning? If you have, you understand me. If you haven’t, sorry dude.
Things I’m looking forward to in L.A.
Thrift
Old and skanky is the new sexy. From clothes to furniture my DIY geekness is in serious need of an outlet and believe me when I say choice in Italy is limited. The closest thing to a supply store doesn’t even carry magnets, how lame is that? Also we don’t have yards, do your math. No yard sales, no used stuff, no nothing. Pardon me what? Oh flea markets, yes we have those. Go take a look at one of them, I’ll pay you if you find anything interesting!
My own kitchen
Last time I lived by myself in British boot camp the sweetest thing that happened to me was having my own kitchen, without my mom. Now cooking is my outlet. Some people create stories, I create dishes. This woman who gave me life also likes to take it away a little piece at a time with her obsessive compulsive need to clean and never let go of the stove, so I have no outlet, and I die. She cooks good for me don’t get me wrong but sometimes I just need to get my hands dirty and she just, won’t, let me. Listen to this, one time at dinner I was pouring some stuff from a pan. When I was done (30 seconds later) I went searching for the lid on the table where I left it (30 seconds before) and it wasn’t there. It was in my mom’s hands, at the sink, being washed. And her dinner was not even finished. You understand my excitement.
Eggo’s chocolate chip waffles
The sharpest memory of my 2001 summer in Omaha, Nebraska. Great times huh?!
Disneyland
You think I’m weird and giddy? You’ve never seen me inside the happiest place on earth that’s all I have to say…
Pancakes
Or probably I should say french toasts, cause I don’t know if they make funnel cakes down in So Cal. Anything American, sweet but not too much that can substitute a cornetto and that I never get to eat at home will make my sour times less bitter. I’ll stack up.
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