Too big

I was warned many times... Everything in Europe is smaller. No, it did not take me this long to realize how true this fact was. In Florence, my feet hung off the end of my bed. The shower was so small that I could not bend down to pick something up, I needed to grab it before I got into the shower. So far in Parma I've stuck out as the big American. On the bus I look over the top of everyone. The other day this old Italian woman turned to my friend and whispered something in Italian that we interpreted as "Oh my god he's so tall". Our washing machine (which we still haven't figured out how to work) can only fit two pairs of my pants. Even with all the things which I've been too big for, nothing was quite as alarming as what happened last night... I broke my bed. I'm not sure if it was too much pasta or I sat down too hard but two wooden bars underneath the bedframe flew out. Luckily they didn't break but I currently have a little crevice in the center of my with no support. Lesson learned: The workout program starts tomorrow...