Italian in Italy on Italians

Years ago I heard something I have yet to forget: there are two types of people in the world, Italians and those who wish they were. Growing up in an Italian and female-dominant household bolstered my natural self-confidence, character, and extraversion. When I came abroad my TOP travel destination was my homeland of Italy. Although you'd never guess from my red hair and freckles, I am genetically the most Italian. As I reflect on my childhood and the approaching holiday season, I realize how my Italian heritage has influenced our family culture. In fact, until I found myself strolling Italian Christmas markets and gift shops, I hadn't realized how many Italian traditions my family practices.

After studying the culture of food and wine in Spain, I have become more adept at picking up the gastronomic cultures in other countries. When in Italy I noticed many similar practices between the two, who historically compete for superior products like wine and olive oil. As two leading proponents of the Mediterranean diet, these two cultures share commonalities. For example, the Italians are home to a strong and conservative food culture, like the Spanish. In other words, there is a sense of superiority among the people about their diet and practices and a desire to keep them intact. The culture around food is positive, meaning people spend a lot of time planning, preparing, teaching, educating, and enjoying food and meals with lots of friends and family.

One interesting cultural practice I observed in Italy is the constant image of abundance. Many Mediterranean countries have creatively dealt with homogenous diets- think tomatoes and potatoes. Therefore, it's as if restaurants in Italy are trying to prove they can offer otherwise. Many touristy restaurants flaunt a cornucopia of produce in their windows or out front tables. In Florence, restaurants serving Florentine steak store those massive hunks of meat in glass refrigerators by the doors so you HAVE to cross the street to feel less intimidated. Despite the vegetarian's nightmare, I'm glad to be Italian in this 2-type of person world right now.

Venice rant:

Venice is clearly a tourist destination but nonetheless, the views, colors, old buildings, quaint canals, and singing street musicians bring this Italian spot its charm and life. My favorite spots had to be the random streets lined with adorable canoes and the San Marco basilica. The San Marco Basicilia has ornate decor done in a horror vacui style; meaning fear of empty space; the walls are covered in golden and romanesque mosaics that awe visitors. I attended a prayer service that grounded me tremendously (Venice can be overwhelming). I was sweetly reminded of my family and our time in the church together. While on the island we also visited Murano, the home of Italian glass blowing, and Burano, known for its colorful Venetian houses. I came away from these trips having had the most pizza and pasta in my life and honestly am slightly concerned about the lack of fresh food available?? Boat travel is the only option for real TW: ...as demonstrated by the casket we saw being transported on a gondola this morning, RIP.