Suggestions to Italy

1. Pass some road laws. Specifically, the drivers on the roads. One word that would best describe them would be insane, perhaps an understatement. As far as I can tell there are no parking laws, no stop signs (unless there's a street light- God bless Garrett Morgan), and no speed limits. Parking is a miracle of science anywhere and everywhere is open, including the sidewalk. Also I have never not seen a car in any given space. Le macchine(cars) are supposed to stop for pedestrians, and in some cases they do, in my case, however, the car will stop but the motorino behind it will bypass that car and almost hit me in order to make the turn he desired. Not fun, usually I wait until there is no trace of a car coming and inevitably once I step onto the street, one comes racing up. The only thing that works is to wait for a group of native Italians and follow them across, but then you get odd stares because you have to follow very closely to them in order for the cars to stop.

2. Convert monetary system to dollars. (Or improve your mail system so that I can order stuff from Amazon) Case in point I bought my books today and this is how the transaction went:
Book Lady: One hundred sixty
Me: Oh. That's not as bad as I thought it would be.(hands over credit card)
BL:Euro
Me: Mamma Mia! Give me back that card!!
BL: Mi Dispiace, the transaction is through.
Me: AHHHHHH!

3.Get some carpeting. The buildings in Roma are built in such a way as to provide hot water to all the rooms and with floors that are easily cleaned because wind from the African desert brings all sorts of fun dirt/sand deposits for the Italians to sweep and mop up. Because of this pipes run the length of the buildings, the walls are paper thin, and all the floors are marble. These elements combine to throw waves upon waves of sound that could be miles away or in the apartment next door all catapulting to your ear drums. As a result Roma has strict community quiet hours rules. Right now it's not quiet hours, which means I get the pleasure of listening to what is either a demon child, a very sick cat, or a gremlin wailing across the street as I type this. At night, a whisper in our kitchen can be heard in the room on the opposite side of the apartment. For that last reason alone, I beg Italy to invest in in carpeting.

Please, Italy?