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written by M.E. Evans November 27, 2015

I just wrapped up a three hour game of Risk with my husband, younger siblings, my dad and my step mom. We had pie and drank coffee. Earlier today, Francesco and I had lunch with my mom, my step dad, my younger brother, aunts and uncles. There may or may not have been some male camel-toe action, cowboy boots, and my mom may have said, “oh yeah! I’ve been eating vegetables, i ate broccoli last week.” 

Man, are families crazy. 

But I’m so grateful for mine. Despite our collective flaws, quirks,  lifestyles, and varied opinions of Donald Trump (wtf?!), I’m happy to have the family I have and the experiences of gained from them. And their sense of humor. My eleven year old sister today made fun of me, “I hate t.v., it totally distracts from me saving the world. Wait, unless you want to watch a documentary.” Touché kid sister. 

Life is good. 

I’m also grateful for my husband. He drives me insane. I thought about creative ways to choke him to death at least three times today. I screamed, “I’m going to stab you!” At least once. But? He’s perfect. He’s so generous and giving and loyal and wonderful. He sings French songs threateningly at me in the car and it’s weird and adorable. Thank you, universe, for giving me too much vodka and dropping me in a bar in Florence. Disney should make a movie about it. Frozen…the margherita version. 

I hope that all of you had a fun-filled (wine soaked) holiday with your insane family. Also? Detail your funny story in the comments below! 

Tanti Baci. And tanti vino. 

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Graziella Brincat November 27, 2015 at 4:35 am

In Malta we have an expression we borrowed: ‘Bella La Vita’ said for people who spend the day relaxing, eating, drinking and having fun with the family. Sounds like your day 🙂 Enjoy these moments to the full. I am grateful that I get to appreciate these moments when they come.

Rebecca Royy November 27, 2015 at 4:56 am

Had a small gathering: only my husband and 2 kids and I. It actually turned out nice. Not gonna lie though–we ate fast so nobody had time to fight!!

Donna November 27, 2015 at 9:03 am

I think you said it all! With all our differences Thank Goodness for the insane sanity of my family. And a really nice bottle of wine to make it better. Happy Thanksgiving to you in Italty.

apollard December 9, 2015 at 9:15 pm

Gorgeous photo!

MM December 17, 2015 at 4:41 am

W/r/t #7: my boyfriend and I went shopping for trash cans, and he just refused to buy both at once, because OMG you can’t buy TWO TRASH CANS AT ONE TIME. PEOPLE WILL JUDGE. AND ASK QUESTIONS. ABOUT YOU AND YOUR TRASH CANS. I was like, “This is AMERICA. Go wild. No one CARES. If you need two trash cans, you buy two trash cans. Even if you have to carry TWO TRASH CANS to the car and people see you.”

It was the weirdest discussion. I felt like a crazy anarchist for my wild belief that maybe we can all just buy our trash cans in peace, and assume that we each have our reasons for needing these trash cans, and no one is that interested anyway.

M.E. Evans December 17, 2015 at 9:11 am

Hahahaha. Stop going crazy with trash cans! This is hilarious.

MM December 21, 2015 at 10:31 am

It’s funny, because I have serious social anxiety, and if I take nothing else away from my relationship with an Italian man, it is that there are entire sweeping categories of situations and events that I could be anxious about people judging me for, and I am not. So I feel pretty good about that, ha ha.

In the US, I am super-mega-progressive about everything and considered pretty emotional. But I sort of think my boyfriend is like “I’m dating female Ron Swanson.”

Denise January 8, 2016 at 11:47 am

I’ve lived in Italy for 4 years, and stopped caring what people here thought about me a long time ago. Italians stare, and I don’t care. I’ve learned that the more you act like you don’t care, the more Italians get concerned why you don’t care, and the more it frustrates them. Good. I think after all the nonsense I’ve encountered here, I deserve to return the favor.


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