Cleaning House…Sicilian Style!

It’s bad enough that I have to clean my condo in America. However, I have another to worry about…my condo in Sicily.

With visitors renting the place every so often, I want to make sure that the place is Spic and Span.

However, they don’t sell Sic and Span there.

Here, I have a nifty Swifter that zips thru my floor in minutes.

There, I have a plastic bucket with this little thing on top to wring the water out.

Here, I just have to take that pad off the Velcro on the Swifter and throw the pad away.

There, I have to empty the bucket and wring the mop.

Here, I have Mr. Clean.

There, I have Mr Musculo.

You get the picture.

The most difficult part for me, however, is trying to figure out what product to buy at the supermarket.

The directions on the back of the aerosol spray cans, which even in America are so tiny that I need the Hubble telescope to read, and just as bad there…except besides being tiny, are also in Italian.

One time, thinking that I bought something like Lemon Pledge for my furniture, I sprayed a stain remover. Another time I put in a hard water de-calcifier in the washing machine instead of detergent. The worst thing I did, however, was spray talcum power all over the house thinking it was one of those odor eating aerosols.

It came out in a mist, but once it settle on everything, my place looked like the Winter Christmas Display at Macy’s….white stuff all over the place.

Took me a week to clean it up.

Finally, I ended up hiring a man from Bangladesh who now comes in and cleans the whole place wonderfully.

He reads Italian too.

As bad as I make it seem, I actually enjoying cleaning my condo there. As I work up a sweat dusting, washing, and cleaning, I remind myself that I am in Sicily and that kinda cancels everything out!