I never, ever sleep with my mouth open because it's not comfortable when my throat is scratchy and paper-dry-- plus I read somewhere that if you do, you eat a ton of spiders in your lifetime-- so why is it that as soon as I step on a plane and fall asleep, my mouth is hanging open and I'm drooling like a newborn baby? It's embarrassing. And I'm sure the flight attendants on our Edinburgh to Rome flight didn't enjoy witnessing it.
Italians can be rude. I understand that line-cutting occurs in all countries, but the Italians don't care if you're staring right at them; they will still cut you! This happened too many times to count while we were waiting in line for the cruise buffet. Mmm... the cruise buffet... Did I mention my pants are tight?
Italians also love speedos. Ugh, I saw so.many.speedos. Poke my eyes out and never take me to another beach or pool again.
When you have international movers come to your house to pack up your belongings, you will inevitably forget to give them stuff that's awkwardly shaped, heavy, and that will never fit in any suitcase you own. Even when the movers ask you twice if they have everything, and you answer: "yep, that's it" twice, you will find more stuff you should have packed... Around 20 minutes after they've already left.
Packing reminds me of our dog who's currently in the States staying with my parents. Why? Because I've stumbled across multiple undergarments he shredded during his puppy chewing phase, and every coat/pair of pants I own contains a little surprise: a black, plastic doggy poop bag. Thanks, Malcolm!