Special post: 100th entry!!!

Clearly if I had my own TV show this would be a big deal: the 100th episode!  But, alas, Bravo hasn't gotten it together enough to offer me a show, so for now, the blog will have to do.

Here I am, sitting in the common area of an Italian office building trying to pretend like I belong and writing a blog.  So, here's the topic: You know you're in Italy when.  Obviously if you've ever been here there's no doubting that you're in Italy, but if you were from another planet and didn't really know, here are some definite signs that yes, friends, you are in Italy.

1.  There are no lines, only giant clumps of people pushing and shoving to get into whatever door first.

2.  When a cell phone rings, the responder screams, and yes I do mean screams, PRONTO!!!!!! into the receiver.

3.  Popped collars abound.

4.  There is an overwhelming amount of fanny packs.  Worn by men.  As if they are cross body bags.  Not a great look if you ask me, but whatever.

5.  There is always a mad older lady yelling in the background.

6.  People are standing in front of a no smoking sign, chain smoking.

7.  Sunglasses are worn at all hours of the day.  Even rainy days.  And even at night.

8.  It's 11 am and people are already ordering cocktails at the local bar.

9.  You're walking down the street and the woman in front of you has a "bring it on bitch" look on her face and refuses to step out of your way even though you're rolling a 50 lb suitcase, carrying a 40 lb backpack, talking on your cell phone and trying not to drop your purse.

10.  You order a cappuccino after lunch (don't worry, I only fell into this trap once 7 years ago) and there is a collective gasp by all present patrons in the bar.