When we first found out we were moving to Italy, I had a lot of pipe dreams, y'all. I was going to ride through the cobblestone streets on a Vespa with bread pouring out of the basket on the front of it. I was going to wear heels all the time while I sipped cappuccino on sunny streets. And I was going to live in a beautiful large villa with wooden beam rafters and copper pots hanging from my ceiling.
Yeah, none of those things happened, except for my very increased coffee consumption, especially the part about us living in a villa. We instead were moved into (with little choice on the matter) a small two-bedroom apartment with the most difficult concrete walls and ceilings you could imagine. I was suitably not impressed, as you can imagine — but one part of the apartment that was I pretty excited about was the pink bathroom, complete with the magic of the bidet.