As her family remained in the same place through the years, she had always yearned to travel and learn about different places. The best part about dating an American, for me, it was the honest and straight forward way to relate, approach, and date.After time spent in Tuscany and England, she eventually transferred to Rome, where we met at an After time spent in Tuscany and England, she eventually transferred to Rome, where we met at an aperitivo on the Isola Tiberina, one hot July night in 2010. I understand this might not apply to all Americans (hey, I told you I was lucky to meet Rick), but at an overall glance I think I have consistently seen a decent level of sincerity in the American dating panorama.It gives me a good chance to shut up, to keep my opinions to myself, which is precisely my intention, since it seems that opinions upset the very people who asked for them. If I made a lasagna, I just don’t want to see you eating it in front of a football match on TV. Now that we have an adorable little baby girl, I find myself repeating to Rick “No entertainment during meals! When I’m invited for meals at Rick’s family or friends, with few exceptions, I just can never figure what’s going on.
And please, if you’re in a cross-cultural relationship, let us know your thoughts, too! to compare life in America to life in Italy, I’ve learned to answer the question diplomatically by saying “Well, you see, no place is perfect; you gain something, you lose something, and in the end it’s not better or worse—it’s just different. If you’re dating someone from another culture, I would always say “Keep your mind open, and when you think it’s open, open it some more,” You’ll be rewarded.
And it all depends on what your priorities are.” Diplomatic, indeed, this answer is also very true.
When an American woman tells me “Oh, I’d like to meet a hot Italian man who [insert here stereotypical adjectives that people associate with the Italian Latin Lover]…” I try to suppress a hearty chuckle.
I believe that most American women would be extremely disappointed and quickly become frustrated with men who expect them to cook for them, iron their shirts, and don’t leave their mother’s home until they marry – if they ever do.
Of course, these are some of the most superficial aspects. You’ve been taught that saying certain things under certain circumstances to certain people is or it’s not appropriate. So at first it never occurred to me to think that I would have had to deal with boundaries so different than mine. For example, he ignored everything about the “friendly vaffanculo” (a most endearing way to use a swear word) and in fact he dedicated a full post about it.
There are smaller, sometimes more meaningful things that represent a challenge for a couple from different cultural backgrounds. Coming from a culture that has its roots in Greek tragedy (I’m Sicilian), I still can’t get over my husband’s imperturbable calm in every situation. He still asks me, four years later, “why are you yelling? Now, the interesting thing is that when I’m back in Italy, I pass for the quiet one. You might be surprised to find out that different things have been taught to me as more or less appropriate. So here I am again, struggling to find my place among a group of female expat bloggers, all of whom are 20 years younger than me and ten-times better writers.I must be the unknowing beneficiary of some sort of blogger affirmative action program, because otherwise I’m at a loss to explain my inclusion in this field.Rochelle Del Borrello is an Australian journalist by trade, something she has thankfully left behind to write, photograph and taste life in Sicily, an experience she shares on her blog Unwilling Expat ( ) Rochelle is currently hating people’s obsession with the Selfie, Geordie Shore and the confusing world of Italian politics and liking Stromae, The Voice Italy, Springtime in Sicily and collaborating with other certifiable Expats in Italy. ) This week we turn over the keyboards to our European partners and let them have a little fun at our expense for a change.OK, enough introductions, let’s get down to some light-hearted Euro-bashing. We’ve had our jollies in the past, taking cheap shots at European culture and its social idiosyncrasies. It’s hard to believe that we’re voluntarily subjecting ourselves to this, but there’s nothing we won’t do for the amusement of our readers, and to fill them in on the proper customs and etiquette in Italy as it pertains to the dating scene.It truly takes an open mind and a profound respect of diversity to work these things out and, even better, to let them enrich your everyday life. So I bring to his attention the decibels level that most people in Italy reach when they talk ‘normally’ and there he has to concede that I’m actually not that loud. I suppose that when dealing with a very different culture, let’s say, a German and a Japanese, both parties would be very self-aware about possible social faux pax (Do I say “Hi?