Here are a couple things I’ve already noticed from the 13 days I’ve been living in Rome:
1. I don’t speak Italian.
And if you don’t speak Italian in Italy you might as well be the little kid at a party full of adults who just stands around unassumingly, pretending not to be completely clueless, while hoping for someone, anyone, to say at least one recognizable word so you can chime in. OH YEAH. “Ciao.”
Enrolling in Italian Language classes ASAP.
2. Everything is really close. And walkable!
When I first looked at my little travelers map, it seemed like there would be mountains to climb, rivers to cross, and overnight trains from where I live to the Colosseum.
As it turns out, it’s a 10 minute walk. (And just a 5 minute walk from my work!…Really, I can practically see it from my window.) I really need to grasp this whole “directions thing”– without google maps on my iphone, it’s ALL ON ME. And i’d prefer to not get lost every time I try and find something. (PS: Trevi fountain, still can’t find you. Stop running away!)
3. Walking in the streets makes me feel guilty.
Like everyone else, I’m constantly bombarded by the men who sell all kind of things like scarves and even worse, squishy balls they throw on the ground. I walk past them literally every day, why don’t they remember me? Or do they, and they think that just because yesterday I wasn’t interested..today I really do want to buy a squishy ball?? I don’t understand. And it exhausts me to turn down the same people every single day.
Also, beggars. PLEASE people. I’m a sucker for dogs. And leaving your dog alone (when you maybe wait in an alley watching? I don’t know, really, where are the owners?) while I’m walking down the street makes me just want to do a dognapping instead of leaving money. 😦
There’s just so much of it. I think I could have pizza every meal for the next couple months and never have the same kind, and DEFINITELY not from the same place. It’s everywhere. Did I really see potato pizza yesterday? Hmm.. I’ll have to look into that. And did I mention that’s it’s all so good?
Friends…. No, lack of friends.
Sure, I’ve been here for a little over a week and it may seem that I’m being over eager but… HOW? WHERE? How am I supposed to make friends in a new country when everyone I meet is either a tourist or an italian man staring at me in the street. I just… I don’t know. This one is to be continued*
They are so great, and apparently the coolest of places to hang out on any night of the week. I recently went to Piazza Madonna in Monti, which is right around where I live, and there were SO many italians, all sitting on the steps of a fountain in their black leather jackets, drinking out of bottles of wine & beer. It’s like an outdoor party and I love it. Will be attending more of these in the future.
This is a fantastic concept! I went to this sweet little bar, Black Market in Monti: cool mood lighting, books everywhere, and photography decorating the walls. I bought a beer for 8 euros and with it came a plate that you use all night for a buffet type of set up. This specific one consisted of… pasta, bruschetta, and all other kind of snacks, but I assume they are always different. Why is this not a thing in the US?
So, there’s just a few. I’ll be adding more soon, but for right now I am working 6 days a week, mostly all day, and trying to settle into this crazy wonderful BEAUTIFUL city!
………. I’M LIVING IN ROME! 😀
xxx hannah jane.
xxx hannah jane.