I’m currently writing for Healthkicker.com- a health and fitness blog. I write some posts about Italy and traveling that you guys might be interested in.
Here’s one of them: The Italian Food Culture or, la cultura italiana di cibo
Hope you enjoy it, feel free to comment! (Hopefully nice stuff!)
Let’s just say, leaving Italy was one of the most difficult things I have had to do. I threatened to chain myself to the Duomo numerous times so I wouldn’t have to leaved. But I’ve been back in the United States for about three weeks now. I had to go back to reality and back to the rush of being a native New Yorker. As much as I love living in the land of the brave, who wouldn’t miss Italy and all the travel opportunities I had while abroad? (10 countries in three months- just saying).
So here is a list of things that I miss from studying abroad:
- The architecture- I made the Duomo my cell phone background because I miss walking past it every everyday, it’s not the same.
- Browsing the street vendors-maybe I want to treat myself to a one euro bracelet that day.
- The language- it’s a known fact that the Italian language is the most beautiful of them all.
- Field trips during my classes- field trips aren’t as common at my home college.
- The mini cappuccino machines by my classes- 50 cent cappuccino con cioccolata, yum!
- Traveling during the weekends with my friends- Prague, Istanbul, Crete, London, etc.
- The slow pace of life- okay, maybe I struggled with this while there (see above- Native New Yorker), but it’s definitely something I appreciate. We should enjoy life and all aspects of it, not rush through it.
- Italian pizza
- Pasta with amazing sauces
- Panino shops
- Just Italian food in general.
- Walking places and exploring the town- can’t do that in my hometown, which is unfortunate since I came home to a broken car.
- The store fronts- they’re so carefully crafted, they lure me in every time!
- People calling me bella- okay, sometimes it’s creepy, but other times it’s nice and acts as a good ego boost!
- Being mistaken as a native Italian.
- Having traveling and soaking in your surroundings as your biggest responsibilities in life.
I want to thank my parents, family and friends as well as Marist College and Lorenzo de’ Medici for the best four months of my life.
I will continue to write posts about looking back at my experiences as well as offering advice to those considering to go abroad.
A typical stereotype of Italians is their passionate natures; they’re lovers, fighters, activists, and communicators. Although I don’t like to condone stereotypes, passion does seem pretty common here. And soccer is certainly not an exception to these passionate actions.
Today I went to a Florence soccer game- Fiorentina vs. Atalanta. My Italian school, LdM, organized 5 euro tickets for its students.
Everyone wears purple to the game, the Fiorentine color, with clothes of their crest, the fleur-de-lis (or giglio in Italian). Outside of the stadium, if you went unprepared, there are plenty of opportunities to buy clothes, scarves, hats and flags supporting the team from vendors.
Inside the stadium is the sea of purple. Fans wave their hats, flags, and scarves with excitement and passion for their team. The opposing team is seated in a corner, barricaded by plexi-glass walls, for when the games get very intense and competitive.
At the start of the game, the announcer introduced each member, first of the opposing team, then of the Fiorentine team. I first realized how important soccer was to the fans during the announcements; the announcer would say the number of the player, the first name, and then everyone in the stands would chant the last name. I felt like we were the only ones who didn’t know the lineup!
There were also a lot of chants and songs that the fans would sing (we would just clap along). Forza Viola, one of the cheers, basically means “Go Purple!” Their theme song is “Inno Fiorentina,” or the Florentine Anthem.
Whenever a goal was scored by Fiorentina, their anthem was played along with cheers and jeering to the other team. Purple smoke would go off in the crowds. People would jump up and down, waving their flags and scarves. A lot of people, though, would turn to the opponent’s fan corner (which is why I understand them being blocked off) and make crude gestures and mock them.
I think my friends and I were most amused by a sister and brother, around ten and eight years old, flipping off the other team’s fans whenever their parents weren’t looking. I didn’t even think the finger had significance in Italy. Not that I think their parents would have minded too much either way (they were clearly very spirited as well).
Despite not understanding most of the cheers and battling the cold, we had an amazing time at the game. Everyone was generally very happy and friendly (most likely because Fiorentina won 4-1). I noticed a bunch of Fiorentines trying to start conversations with Americans. I think that since each city is so involved and passionate about their soccer team, it creates a camaraderie. In America, we have our huge football, baseball and hockey fans, but this is somehow different. I think it is more personal for them. It is not an experience to miss though. You don’t need to be a soccer fan, you just need to be a Fiorentina fan.
My first weekend update, parte uno:
Within the past couple of weeks, while running, I came across something that seemed similar to a fair; it was a street filled with vendors and restaurants. When I was there though, all the places were just opening up so I could not get a proper read on what was happening. This past Friday, I decided to convince my friends to join me to this fair, which I learned was called La Festa Democratica. It is supposed to be a celebration of the political party, but while there it did not seem like the main focus. We actually forgot it even was about politics until a woman handed us stickers explaining it.
For something that we had such little information about, we had had such an amazing time doing it. There were restaurants lined up with tables on the side, a few carnival games, rides (which we were too big for apparently), and sangria stands everywhere. There was even a kickboxing ring that encouraged the guests to put on gloves and try it out. The guy in charge of the kickboxing tried convincing me to join in. I know some kickboxing, so I was really tempted to, but I’ve never actually gone against another person, so I was afraid to test that out in front of everyone.
On the streets, there were even a few stages set up for dancing; some live and some with a DJ. The live performers were so involved with all the people dancing, joining them while singing. We had an amazing time submerging ourselves with the locals and dancing to the Italian (and some Spanish) music that they played. I also realized that Italians dance much better than Americans, even the younger kids. While we make crazy, jerky movements (or is that just me?), they actually feel the rhythm of the music and can move their hips with it.
There weren’t many tourists at La Festa, which was a nice surprise from typical Florence. It was finally a chance to see Italians get together and celebrate with food and dancing.
La Festa Democratica is open for a few more weeks, so if you are in Italy and reading this- definitely check it out.
Cercare- To search.
My big thing before I left for Italy was that I did not want to look like a tourist. The fashion I figured I would eventually pick up, but I would not allow myself to walk around with a map. That rule lasted about an hour; it’s quite difficult to navigate without one.
The past few nights we have decided to look for inexpensive restaurants to eat at for dinner. We would pull up the restaurant on Google Map and then mark the location in our own personal map. Good plan, right?
The first night, we accidentally left our map at home and were convinced to eat in a more expensive restaurant by a persuasive Italian (see previous post). The second night, my roommate and I met up with my friend from home and her roommates. We had the map this time- nothing was going to stop us.
The five us wandered up and down the streets, map in front of us, looking for the location of the restaurant. For my fellow Harry Potter fans out there, I started picturing it as the Room of Requirement. I guess, we weren’t thinking of the proper thing at the time or we didn’t walk past it enough times, because it decided not to exist for us.
Later on that night, after a lot of getting to know you and catching up conversation, a few of us decided to look up pubs. Again, we had the map out and marked up.
We found it this time. Except it was closed until September 1st for Ferragosto.
Last night, we were more than determined to find the restaurant from the first night, La Mangiatorria, which online, boasted of cheap and delicious ravioli. Three of us embarked to where we believe the trattoria was and wound up at the Piazza Felicita (online it said the restaurant was located in Piazza Felice, was it the same?). So of course, we pull out our big map, standing in between two fancier restaurants, and could not find another piazza with a similar name. Disappointed, yet still determined, we wandered down the street past the Palazzo Pitti (which was not part of the original plan; I was wearing wedges- poor choice on the cobblestone). At every food establishment we passed, we would quickly check the prices to see if they were in our budget.
Exhausted and hungry, we decided that at the next place we saw we would just deal with whatever the price is, sit down, and enjoy our Italian meal.
The next place we came across, at first glance, looks like just a pizzeria. The menu was outside and we realized there was a restaurant in the back- and the prices were actually very reasonable! I was so excited that we finally found a good place. My friend then points up at the sign and simply says, “We found it.”
We found La Mangiatorria. And it was everything it promised to be. We were greeted by a petite middle-aged woman who was thrilled to speak English to us and to serve us our ravioli and gnocchi. Over dinner, I constantly repeated that we were going to return to this place, befriend the woman, and eat the delicious pasta all the time. Living the Florentine life.
Although the map had failed me in many ways, it has at least given me a general idea where to search. It seems that even if we have a plan, things do not always go according to plan, and that sometimes just stumbling upon a place offers a bigger reward. We just have to accept the fact that Florence has a mind of its own; its going to surprise its visitors. But it is important to keep going and exploring to see what’s available. And it’s okay to use a map.