Wow.
What a way to start the New Year.
No, I'm not talking about the humungous fact that yesterday our book Starting a Business in Italy was at number 9 in the Bestsellers on Amazon in the starting a biz category. Though, needless to say, that put a smile on my face.
I'm talking about the celebrations for l'ultimo dell'anno which saw Mario and I cut the party short to go to bed at 5am. I'm still recovering now.
It wasn't the sheer amount of food and drink that made me stop and gasp. After six years in Italy, I'm used to 10-course meals washed down with never-ending jugs of red wine.
Neither was it the cacophony of noise coming from our table alone and the babies sleeping quietly through it - even mums who had given birth the week before had brought the newborns along for the occasion.
No, it was the mass singalong. Forget the linking of arms to Auld lang Syne. Every single person in the room bar me (I don't know the words) was singing their lungs out to songs about making love everywhere in Italy and about a policewoman only interested in chatting up the men rather than doing her job.
No wonder Italians enjoy life.





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