It started out at as a series of anecdotes sent to friends and family while I lived in Montreal. They continued as I moved, as a newlywed to Rome with G. my husband, than as a recent mother of M. to Milan. Presently they are even more necessary as we moved to Munich, I don't speak German, and so the need to communicate is even stronger.
I will try to post the original emails so the story can be followed. For future reference, my husband is referred to as G., actually for Giuseppe, a name which I hate so it works out for me:-) and M. is for my daughter Martina, who is not even 2 and calls herself Mina. I try to respect the privacy of any friends and family members involved in my stories with initials, unless it's too obvious and embarrassing. I am not trying to offend anyone when I say Canadian, French, Italian, German etc...unless they did something stupid, which is irrelevantt of nationality. I just tell the story as it is.
So if you are bored at work...just read on.
