I 'm just copying this from Katja's thread, to keep things consistant!
I would blog, only it would just be: I changed nappies, cleaned the house, took the kids to school, cleaned up the sick......................
I did however have your type of experiences when I first came here when I was 19. I remember me and my Danish friend in a diner at 4 in the morning in Piazza Baberini, with a load of carabinieri and prostitues...just chatting. The waiter got out a pistol but it was only a lighter. Then he got out a false hand which fell off. The bartender arranged to meet us the next day, but under natural light he was full of acne so we dumped him. We were staying in San Lorenzo, we were eating ice cream at midnight in the summer, one day a rat ran past in the gutter, and a prostitute crashed her motorino into the next table...So many stories, so many bizarre experiences...scary bits too. I remember seeing 'Nikita' when it first came out, French, dubbed into Italian (which I understood v. little of), it was an old cinema in a house, so tiny it had like 20 seats, and so uncomfortable. To this day it is still my favorite film ever!
Now I am have too many responsibilities to be irresponsible but boy did I have fun!