For a month in Italy’s hot Sorrento sun, I woke to vespas whizzing down the narrow streets outside my window and occasionally what sounded like a number of Italians yelling when really they were just excited to begin their day. I rose to shower, however, I found my shower resembled that of a large sink-like chair with a long hose attached. I stepped outside my narrow room to my balcony. I faced another apartment building where a little grey haired lady always hung up her laundry and where neighborhood kids would practice their soccer skills in the ally below. I would head to the kitchen for my Continue Reading