From the category archives:

Crazy Italian customs I don’t understand

November 23, 2009

Let’s Continue the Juiciness, Shall We?

Remember how I went on that date with two Italian men and ended up switching dates by the end of the meal? Well, as alluded to in that blog post, there was some more that happened that night, but I was feeling uncomfortable writing about it. Not sure why, but all of a sudden, I’ve decided that I’m not going to censor myself anymore. If I’m going to do this personal blog thing, I’m going to go all the way. ...

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November 16, 2009

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“No” in Italian Means STALK ME PLEASE

The other day, I was waiting at the train station for about an hour for my friend to arrive from California. At one point, I was pacing the long corridor where everyone exits their train. As I’m walking back to the spot I was waiting at, this older Italian man checks me out, rests his eyes on my chest and says, “Ciao bella!” Excuse me, but those are my boobs. Ya mind lookin’ me in the eyes while you’re trying ...

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November 13, 2009

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My New Apartment Thinks I’m a Hooker

… And I’m not really offended. Begin photo tour.

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September 28, 2009

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Learning Lessons In Confidence Thanks to the Italians

Although I have experienced many culture shocks, the one most interesting and prominent is the tendency for Italians to be quite brutally honest. At first, it was off-putting. Here in Italy, the culture is such a stark difference between that of America when it comes to social interactions. Whereas in America, you get a lot of people who are, for lack of a better word, bullshitting you, the Italians are so far from telling you what you want to hear.

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