One time, I studied abroad and made this blog. Soon after, I graduated from college with a film degree. Now, I've moved to Los Angeles. Let's see how this goes.
It has been a little over a month since I’ve returned home from my 4 month adventure in Italy. I’m aware that my blogging stopped around halfway through, which is unfortunate. I still have some final videos to make. They’ll happen. At some point. Some day.
I’m currently taking two online courses for school and working part-time as a pool lifeguard. That’s a whole other story in itself. But, what I thought I’d talk about today, at 1:45AM, is what I miss and don’t miss about Italy. Let’s start with what I miss, so that when I start crying, I can use what I don’t miss as therapy.
1. speaking italian - yes, it’s true. My every day struggle and frustration is what I miss most. I miss saying “ciao” and avoiding the word “buon giorno” cause I can’t pronounce it correctly. I miss ordering food at restaurants cause it’s the only thing I could do. I even miss the men who yelled (most likely inappropriate) Italian things at me.
2. Guessing at food labels - there is nothing more entertaining than running through Italian words in your head and trying to figure out how to say what you want to buy, as well as, if what you’re buying is what you wanted to buy in the first place
3. Conad - speaking of food, Conad, our supermarket. I miss the giant meat section, the fresh parmigiana cheese and the non refrigerated eggs.
4. Food - specifically, mozzarella cheese. Conad brand mozzarella was the most delicious piece of food anyone could ask for ever in their life. I no longer enjoy the taste of “fresh” mozzarella here in Amurica. Freedom tastes dry.
5. Other food besides mozzarella - I just miss food. And gelato! Oh my gosh, gelato. Going back to icecream has been a horrible transition. Really. Gelato is that good.
6. Eating and drinking on the street - I seem to have a theme happening
7. Going anywhere whenever I want - wanna go to the country side? ok. Wanna go lay out in the Boboli Gardens? ok. Want to go to a club tonight? ok. Want to cook two boxes of pasta and add spinach, tomato and mozzarella? ok. done, done, done.
8. Italian boys - when you find them, they’re beautiful.
9. Vespa’s - I love vespas. Double if there’s a cute Italian boy attached to one.
10. Gusta brothers - I miss Gusta pizza, Gusta panino and Gusta osteria. I <3 Gusta. Our relationship ended too soon.
11. Prosecco - Italian champagne. God’s gift to me.
12. the Euro - We don’t have 20 cent coins in America? 2 dollar coins? 1 dollar coins? Why aren’t our bills as shiny? And why are they so long? (one of the more difficult transitions was reunderstanding my currency).
13. Anything can happen - Florence is similar to NYC in that literally anything can happen. But it’s smaller, so you’re more likely to run into the many surprises Florence has to offer
14. The “aiuto” lady - even though I’m not a fan of beggars, the aiuto lady that wore crocs was one of the highlights of my day. I loved her outfits and her swift determination.
15. The man working at the cafe on the ponte vecchio. I found him too late in the game to truly appreciate how wonderful he was. Always a smile and always appreciative of my Italian. He never gave me a tourist price - I would probably go back and marry him.
16. My apartment/my roommates: I miss my roommates so much. They made my Italy experience what it was and for everything we’ve been through, I’m happy to say we’re still friends. I wish we were back in our ridiculous apartment cooking pasta and dancing in the kitchen. Lauren, stop dropping food on the floor.
Now that I’m going to start tearing up:
I Don’t Miss:
1. The club scene - I have never been more uncomfortable in a situation than in an Italian club. People are rude, none of them are actually Italian, and if you’re a woman, you might as well just accept that someone is going to try and molest you
2. Stupid tourists who don’t even try to speak Italian - get some friggen culture and don’t look at your server like he’s an idiot cause he can’t understand you. It’s Italy, bitch - benvenuti a mia casa.
3. Overpriced taxi cabs - you know who you are. You bastards thinking you can get anything out of us cause we can’t speak your language. And, you’re right.
4. Being unable to dispute problems with Italians - nothing made me angrier than when I had a problem and could not explain myself. This happened a decent amount of times to bother me.
5. The horses and carriages - kind of petty at this point, but they smelled, they dirtied the streets and common…who cares… put the horse away, buddy.
6. Being unable to show my legs & wear flip flops - it’s 2011. Women have rights and flip flops are comfortable.
7. Weird meat - I don’t know what you people are eating, but it’s weird and it’s from some part of an animal that I don’t want to know about. Just give me a hot dog.
8. The exchange rate - screw you, you wiped out my bank account.
9. Cobble stones - you know, I miss them and I don’t. I am happy to be able to wear any pair of shoes I want with just a regular fear of tripping instead of the “I am going to trip, and when I do, I am going to die” fear.
That’s all I got right now. I’m sure there’s billions more things I miss and don’t miss. There are. I’m thinking of more as I type. I miss Lauren’s Italian family, I don’t miss my shitty Italian phone, I miss the live music everywhere, I don’t miss feeling out of the loop about everything else in the world, but, mostly I just miss the back and forth frustration and happiness that came with living in Florence, Italy. Dammit, Jersey shore, can’t believe you’re in my city.