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However, during a recent trip to Capri, I found myself curiously analyzing the crowds of Italian bourgeoisie over my daily spritz at the piazzetta.Everybody seemed so relaxed and excited and happy, lacking the judgement and the pretentiousness of the French..Go where the locals go and avoid the tourist traps where the gelato is anything but delicious. They are insanely nice to everyone, even one-night-stands. Unless you’re just in it for fun, then totally who cares. HOWEVER, statistics are statistics most likely because there is also a high number of undocumented post-war Albanians who are nuts and involved in illegal shit in Florence that give everyone a bad name. Italian men have a reputation for being family oriented and for being wonderful lovers. Also, make sure to fill up empty wine or water glasses for other people at your table. When you greet a friend you kiss on the cheek, left first, right second. You just kind of make a kissing sound while you do it. If someone asks you out be weary that they might be doing it just out of the assumption that you’re an easy lay. Here is an interesting article on dating Italian men. Don’t get wasted in public and talk with weird dudes you don’t know no matter where they are from and never go to someone’s apartment or leave a club with anyone. They’re also famous for being cheaters, liars, and scammers. That “holy shit I’m so excited about life” shit-eating grin that everyone has in the US is not common in Europe. Italians do not use “ciao” for people they don’t know. If you don’t know someone use “salve” to say hello and arrivaderci to say goodbye. Don’t reach across the table, or snap and scream at your waitress. Filling up ONLY your glass when other glasses are empty is not nice. If you plant a big wet one on someone you’ll scare them. However, since I married one, I have to say that there are obviously exceptions to every rule.
Her blog, Married to Italy, is home to her rants and raves and serves as her therapeutic search for hilarity amongst the chaos.
This time I found a blues club down the street from the canal.
When I sat down and saw the menu I knew I had made a mistake but I ordered a drink and an appetizer.
I normally have *very* good luck when picking a restaurant in a new city.
Sometimes it takes a bit of looking, but I pretty much always find the perfect place.