My Italian Family |
About 3 weeks later, I received an e-mail from the
coordinator of the program informing me that they had found me a match and
there was a mandatory “pairing dinner” the next week. I was so excited! Our first dinner was fine, but a little awkward as we were
just meeting and didn’t speak much of the others language. The mothers English
was very good, and the father had a pretty good grasp of what I was saying most
of the time. We were sitting with another family and their new “match”, and did
not speak English near as well as my family. We planned to meet up the next
week for a carnival in their hometown.
To get to their town, I had to walk to the train station,
which was about 15 minutes from my apartment. Then I had to hop on the city
tram that goes to the other cities outside of Florence. It took about 25
minutes to get to their town, Scandicci. The first night we decided to meet, I
got off at their tram stop, the mother and twin ten year old children, Bianca
and Lorenzo, were waiting for me with a big red balloon. They were in an
argument about something, which just goes to show that 10-year-olds are the
same just about everywhere you go.
We walked around the carnival, scoping out the rides, food,
outdoor market (similar to a flea market), and indoor market selling food from
all over the Tuscany region. After this, we headed back to their apartment for
dinner.
Every night after this, it was just about the same routine.
I would ride the tram out to their town, walk to their home, and just hang out
in a real Italian family atmosphere. Most nights, I would play card games with
the kids, help them with their English homework, play Wii and help cook dinner.
My Italian really improved the first few weeks with them, as I had to think of
words in order to have a conversation with them. The mother’s English was
really great and she was always willing to help. I often had questions on
words, phrasing, and my Italian homework that they were all able to answer.
That was such a big help!
One thing that was cool about the Italian culture was how
big of a production every single dinner was. I was excited to learn that my
Italian mother made every meal from scratch and also served it in the typical
manner of Italian tradition. I was able to cook with her and learn to make many
great dishes, which was one of my goals before going to Italy (learn to cook
from a real Italian).
My family's tiny apartment |
My favorite meal we had, beet pasta |
I also learned a lot about the school systems, sports and
other things the children were involved in. I learned that every public school
in Italy has catholic religion classes. Although they are usually optional and
can be replaced with another class, I found it odd that they offer religion in
schools. Having the pope in your country sure changes many things.
I became really close with the 16 year old, Tomasso, who
really liked American music and playing the guitar. He was pretty shy in the
beginning and wouldn’t talk much, but really opened up in the last few weeks I
was there. He understood my sarcasm, which is not something that all foreigners
caught. I taught the kids how to play the card game “spoons”, which is pretty
popular with my family at home. We had so much fun with that game and played it
almost every time we were together.
Top 5 things I leaned from my Italian family:
1: most Italians live in apartments, as the cost of living
is so high and they don’t see sharing close quarters as a problem.
2: Kids are kids everywhere you go. They can be crazy,
spoiled, whiney, and immature. That is not just an American thing. They do
however have a much wider scope of the world and other countries. I was
surprised at how much they knew about the American culture and history.
3: Great cooking techniques and amazing recipes that I can
carry with me for the rest of my life.
4: All about European football (soccer). Tomasso and the
father were football fanatics and I typically got the low down on the rankings
for the week for both Italy and the rest of Europe. Soccer is a religion in
Europe unlike any sport we have here.
5: There’s no place like home, but having people who treat
you like family sure makes a big difference!