I was scolded today, much like I have been scolded on many other occasions for "having my feet on the floor," or walking around with bare feet in the house. Yes, I'm living dangerously today. Mind you, I had only to walk a total of 5 steps to the bathroom, and I couldn't find my house shoes.
Here in Naples, throwing caution to the wind to walk around with naked feet is likely to cause a vast assortment of diseases, all of which end in horrible death by bronchitis. In fact, the Naples chapter of Old Wives International is conspiring to blame the rising rate of cancer on the increase in "foot-to-floor" contact.
Just the other day I heard a story told by a sweet old lady about death by cold-foot.
But, in the end, not being one to argue, I have learned that it is best to avoid the incredulous stares, gasps of horror, and subsequent hail marys that my flippant American foot behavior seems to provoke, and wear the shoes that will eventually save my life.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go rest. I think I am getting a fever...
(Tune in for next week's all new compelling episode of "Living Dangerously" when the cavalier American Tracie leaves her wet hair in a towel for 30 minutes.)