Today is the final countdown! We leave for Berlin one week from today and all of course my feelings are all over the place. I’m thinking about when I first arrived here, when I first met the people I now call my family, the meetings and the sad goodbyes of friends who have also continued their journeys elsewhere, the hardships I’ve faced as a foreigner, but also the privileges I have had, and just trying to get used to a culture that is not my own. I thought I should do a list of things I love and loathe about being an American in Italy. Every sip of wine I have had in the past few days or bite of pizza feels like it could be my last for a long time! I’m excited to live in Germany, but the food and wine culture here in Italy cannot be topped…
And so I give you my list of what I will miss and what I will not miss:
I will miss cafes
I will not miss the lack of lines in cafes…the lack of lines anywhere really.
Walking through the beautiful medieval city
Walking through the beautiful medieval city in what the Lucchese have deemed inappropriate thus garnering stares. Forbidden outerwear includes:
-Sandals before August
-Wet hair any time of year
-Pants that do not go directly into boots before June
-Un-bedazzled sneakers and/or sneakers that are not high heeled
-Work out clothing
Rummaging for exact change…“18 cents? Give me a minute…”
Making coffee for Italians who are complicated
The groups of old men who sit and people watch
The groups of old men who sit and leer at women
The Tuscan sun
The THUNDERSTORMS…oh god….
Going grocery shopping for amazingly fresh products
Going grocery shopping between the hours of 11 and 12 or 18 and 19. Circus hours…
Having your bar
Having your bar closed on Sundays or all winter
Going out for drinks
Men going out for drinks who think “where are you from?” is an acceptable and wanted pick-up line. “I’m from earth”
The morning after Peschino
There is nothing about this I won’t miss
All the gelaterias being closed from October to March. The torture!
The fresh bread
The legal loopholes
Crazy Mario son Sordo giving piazza concerts
Crazy Mario son Sordo licking my face
Pasta all the time
Seeing tourists enjoy the city
Seeing tourists enjoying the city in the middle of the road
Running into friends because we live in a toy size city
More often running into people I do not ever want to see because we live in a toy size city
Narrowly escaping death on my bike
Getting letter months later because of the Italian mail system
Easy access to transportation
Transportation that is late or doesn’t show up
The Lucchese (HAHAAAA, but really, they are so mean)
The wall is perfect. Not a flaw. It is one of the music beautiful and unique parts of a city I have ever seen. No matter how many times I go around it, it is truly magical. I have never once gotten tired of it or felt that it lacked any change. It is the armor and the soul of this city.
The family I’ve made here
The fact that I have to leave another place I have called home.
My wonderful yoga teacher and friend gave us a quote to think about recently:
“The reason for time is because everything can’t happen at once.-
It is an understatement to say that leaving my friends and family in the states was difficult. It was an otherworldly level of pain and sadness. And now I have to do it again. This quote though…it makes sense. As much as I don’t want it to and I want everyone I love in my life to be in a big house together wherever I move, they can’t be. And Germany can’t be Italy. In many ways I say “thank GOD” to that. But Italy, for all of it’s GLARING flaws, is Italy. It is one of the most coveted places on earth and I have had the honor to live here and to become part of the society, learn the language, work, sing, and enjoy.
I am looking forward to a more efficient society in Germany, but I know I will miss the slow-moving-enjoy-your-wine pace here…unless I am waiting in “line” at the post office. Then I’m just mad.
Ciao ciao for now, Lucca. You have my heart.