I’m not feeling so well (must have been all that outdoor picnic excitement), so I’m in for the night and doing laundry. This delightful little image captures by tiny laundry machine…located in my kitchen, of course. That could seem odd to some, but a laundry machine in your kitchen or bathroom is the norm here. I now realize growing up with an entire room for a washer and dryer is something that is decidedly not European. In fact, forget about a dryer…who needs it when I have my stendino (drying rack) outside. No wash and go here, you better plan ahead if you want those jeans to wear next week! Still, it beats my apartments in Boston where you had to save quarters for the communal washer/dryer in the basement or lug things to the laundromat.