I've realized that living in another culture requires you to question everything. I am unsure of what to do in certain situations or how to act because the Italian culture is very different than the one I'm used to. For example, in America at dinner time, it is customary to wait until everyone is served to eat. Rather, in Italy, people just go ahead and eat when the food is served. However, it is completely rude to not finish what is on your plate. This gives off the message that the food was not good or that you are wasting a perfectly delicious meal. These are things you wouldn't even thing about, but I find that I need to constantly re-evaluate how I act. I know it'll become second nature in a little while but the adjustment period is a little funky.
Today I adventured around the Duomo and Piazza della Signorina, just to get to know the city better and pick up a few things. Shelby and I stumbled upon the most amazing farmers market with fresh prosciutto and the most delicious figs. My friends and I also cooked our first Italian meal! (not quite up to par with real Italian cooking but I like to think that practice makes perfect).
Also, Margherita went out and bought me a huge jar of Nutella yesterday. It was sitting on the counter this morning for breakfast. Nothing like starting the day with a sugar rush. But seriously, Italians push food on you like no others (well, no one can compete with Yiayia. I've never seen a woman feed so much food to one person. I think its her loving demeanor, I mean how could you turn away a 93 year old woman? Italians are a close second though).
Here are some of my favorites from today:
Today I adventured around the Duomo and Piazza della Signorina, just to get to know the city better and pick up a few things. Shelby and I stumbled upon the most amazing farmers market with fresh prosciutto and the most delicious figs. My friends and I also cooked our first Italian meal! (not quite up to par with real Italian cooking but I like to think that practice makes perfect).
Also, Margherita went out and bought me a huge jar of Nutella yesterday. It was sitting on the counter this morning for breakfast. Nothing like starting the day with a sugar rush. But seriously, Italians push food on you like no others (well, no one can compete with Yiayia. I've never seen a woman feed so much food to one person. I think its her loving demeanor, I mean how could you turn away a 93 year old woman? Italians are a close second though).
Here are some of my favorites from today:
Wow
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