Another birthday has recently come and gone for me here in Italy.
Last year, I left my wild and adventurous 20s behind me and dove head first into my 30s…Italian style. I celebrated the milestone with a gondola ride in Venice, various stops at some of my favorite bacari to stuff my face with Venice’s famous cichetti and got some little glass earrings from Murano. 30 wasn’t at all dirty. It was quite breathtaking, actually.
Having hit 31 this year, I am definitely aware of how much I’ve changed over the last decade, but I don’t attribute all my changes to living in Italy. It’s a mixture of Italy and the natural phase that many of us go through when we arrive in this decade (not that I’m an expert after only one year, but hey, you get the idea!)
Which is brings me to the story of the 48 Euro Moka in the picture above….