Does size matter?

Our week in Italy has been a lot of things.

Enlightening.

Tasty.

Rewarding.

Educational.

Fun.

I’m having trouble uploading pix from here, so I’ll share them when I get back. But meantime, there is one thing I feel I can’t ignore.

Size.

Everything here is smaller.

What does that say about us Americans?

I’ll try not to put too much judgement into this, but it’s hard to ignore.

In our apartment in Florence and now in Rome, everything is compact.

The refrigerators are small.

The drinking glasses – the largest ones are the size of our juice glasses at home. The smallest ones are the size of shot glasses.

You can’t get a ‘large’ coffee anywhere. Trust me, I tried. True, the espresso was divine, but I really crave a grande.

The cars are little – smart cars, Fiats…. and lots of motorcycles and scooters. We saw only one Hummer, 2 minivans, and 1 Jeep. Everything else was small.

The buses are little. And electric.

Portions are smaller. (Good thing, too. Trust me, I had plenty to eat!)

The Coke cans are smaller.

The people are smaller. Well, thinner, anyway.

The washing machine here at the Rome apartment is tiny. VERY cute, too. It’s a Candy.

We found kitchen cabinet hardware that we love, love, love while we were here. When the salesperson asked how many we needed, she almost fell over when I told her how many cabinets we will have.

What does this say about American lifestyles?

As we get ready to move into our new home – our larger home – I have to ask myself these things. I think I have fairly straight priorities.

But, I can’t ignore the question.

Does size matter?