Tales of the motherland…
The other day my Dad asked me if going to Italy had “changed” me as I had finally gone back to my roots.
I was like “pffft, no”.
Italian people are just like my family. They are all conversationalists, passionate and ready for an argument. I wasn’t blown away by Italy: it really just felt like home.
So I don’t think I’ve really been “changed” from going there; if anything I have been able to fit into their society much more easily than I expected. In fact, it was getting a bit too humorous in the end: I don’t think I could live in a country where the entire population are just like my family. I would want to pull my hair out. They get a bit too much sometimes. Much like Italians.
But my family aren’t really sleazy like Naples men. I guess that’s because they are from the North. Also, that would be wrong.
