So next weekend, the fam (including me) will be taking a weekend trip to Pesaro, which is a seaside town in the northeast. The only thing I'm not looking forward to? Rooming with the twins. Can't wait to deal with all the tantrums and not be able to leave the room.
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Okay, is it just this family, or is it this country? These people literally eat dessert for breakfast. Seriously. How is this country full of so many rail-thin people? The menu at breakfast:
chocolate chip cookies Kinder Delice bars (basically chocolate cake covered in chocolate)
chocolate milk Nesquik or Honey Pops cereal
vanilla or chocolate chip yogurt chocolate chip muffins
chocolate cake sweet bread with nutella
croissant filled with chocolate blueberry applesauce
All of the above are things I set the breakfast table with every day. I'm the weird one who eats Peach yogurt and Crunchy Nut Corn Flakes with (plain) milk.
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A few things I love/think are funny about this place (other than cake for breakfast):
<3 bikes bikes bikes
<3 bells from the church floating into the kitchen while I cook dinner
<3 shops closing on Sundays
<3 it's normal for people to bring their dogs into stores
<3 men in suits taking naps on park benches
<3 clothing has writing in English on it, even though lots of people don't speak it
(there was a grammatically incorrect tank top today that said "Came and Turn Me On")
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