Italy – the land of pasta, high quality leather, Lamborginis, fashion, la familia and dramatic operas. I think the reason why their operas are so good and so dramatic might be that the drama gene is an important part of the complex Italian DNA. This gene has also survived the migration to the US and especially to NYC. Watch one episode of Mob Wives and you’ll know what I’m talking about. This is as always purely intended for your entertainment and not to offend anyone with Italian roots.
Places I have been to: The two times that I should have gone to Italy with my basketball National Team, I got hurt right before the tournaments (I always had great timing with injuries) so the last (and only) time I went was when I was about 2 years old and we took a family trip to the beautiful Lake Garda. I was too young to make my own memories but old enough to make the trip memorable for everyone else by falling out of a pretty high bunk bed (I broke the railing) and by testing if the bbq grill was still hot with my little bare hands.
Places I still want to go to: Roma, Venezia, Toscana (this language makes them all sound like the most beautiful places on earth)
A few things I like:
- Pizza (duh!)
- The blue of the Italian national teams’ jerseys (they’re called Squadra Azzurra) and it historically goes back to the colors of the House of Savoy or King of Sardinia or something along those lines.
- The talking with the hands. As much fun as I made of the drama gene, I enjoy this about Italians, it’s real and genuine.´
- The phrase “Ciao Bella!”
One “thing” I don’t like: Italian men who think they can have any woman just because they’re Italian. This, however, might remain the same as long as women like Heidi Klum have babies by men like Flavio Briatore (I never understood that!!)
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