It is a lot to take in as a Scandinavian girl with all the classic Scandinavian manners, (you know the basics: rather not talk to anyone in the elevator as I’m heading towards my floor – not that there are many elevators here in Italy to actually talk in..) as I’m trying to melt into the multo passionated country of Italy. Although we’re vikings, we’re not so much connected with our emotions as perhaps the Mediterraneans are, or the Italian stallions!
I wouldn’t find myself having a hard time talking to a stranger on the street – (at this very moment in life, I’m more for the opposite actually) it is still difficult trying to take on the Mediterranean living social wise. For one thing, aggression. I know it’s something that comes easily for some people, but I’m not one of them. Not that this is something to add to your personality but a little extra grunge wouldn’t hurt, “a little extra skin on your nose”.. You know? Rome wasn’t buildt in a day, so that has been my mantra since day uno. When angry scooter drivers yells something super Italian as they’re driving by, for no reason at all, it often gets me thinking. Well prima; what is your deal? But also often, what are they expecting in return? I don’t really get angry or annoyed. I’m doing this “give a smile an maybe get a smile back”. But I know it’s not working, they expect more. I’m starting to realize I should give them something back, something with the same medicine. This is kind of an act, a scene taking place in the middle of the morning rush. As much as I really do want to be a good co-actor in this some kind of theater I’m just always ending up just thinking (or saying super quietly); “Well I’m building myself a Florentine attitude here! Catch me another day and you will regret that you said that!!” Maybe I even add a little extra Grr to the end, for sound effects.
(NB: Florentine people often happen to be humble and generous in other cases).