Four Lessons I’ve Learned from my Italian Neighbors

Ok, it’s true that strange neighbors are certainly not unique to Rome, or even Italy. When we were living in London, our upstairs neighbors spent so much time hammering we were convinced that their apartment doubled as an art gallery. But in my time living in Rome I’ve had seven different apartments, and along the way have encountered a host of characters and strange situations requiring either careful navigation or just some really thick skin. Continue reading Four Lessons I’ve Learned from my Italian Neighbors