Retrospective blog from 2008
I have received a few lessons in stereotypes of national behaviour recently, some of it positive and some negative. Although the negative can lead to discovering the positive aspects of Italian culture. Needless to say with Russians, I have had to practise enough patience not to blow up. Whilst I can reveal I left due to serious employer misconduct, some of the behaviour I witnessed was just plain crazy. When you are told that some people have skills to rival Mozart, it takes all the comic timing you can muster to keep a straight face.
In turn, I learnt about Italian hospitality, which was supplied without question and gratefully received. I also learnt enough about Italian compliments and cultural differences in approaching women. I don’t think I have ever been approached whilst cycling ever before; I am not quite sure if it was an approach based on a forward personality, or taking a chance with pot luck. Lucky for me, I do not drink coffee, to everyones’ curiosity! I also managed to learn a few great swear words and how to travel around Italy with more weight in my luggage than my own weight. Must be all the pairs of stockings, I still need a lesson in travelling light.
But in spite of all the hard work travelling around, I managed to discover a few things. On the romantic view to life, I have a better clue of what life is about. Little pleasures should include listening to church bells, and picnics on the hill overlooking mountains and villages. Even though I prefer the melodies of Austrian church bells, the thrusts of the Italian church bells can be just as powerful.
I have also learnt to be a bit more careful with crush material, and remember what a crush is supposed to be about. A crush is something you can never do anything about, and that is what makes a crush so entertaining, perfect material for reserved use. Reality does not quite match the crush ideals.