Things I want to remember

I love how Italian’s say “Pronto” when they answer the phone.

I love the smell. There is something familiar and warm to me when I walk down the streets. A mixture of food cooking inside restaurants and cigarette smoke in the air. Can one smell history? Feel the vibration of hundreds of years of activity on the same street? I don’t know if it’s true, but it sure feels like I can.

I love how Italian men dress. Tight fitting clothes. Styled hair. Scarves. Leather jackets. Always, great shoes. They make me envious of their style and want to step up my game.

I love how Italians seem to always be in a state of enjoyment, enjoying a café, enjoying a glass of wine (at lunch) on the street, a cigarette as they walk down the road, laughter with friends, or a gelato.

I love that on any given street, there are multiple small independent restaurants with alfresco dinning.

I love that in buildings from 1300, 1400, 1500 and on – people still live in them as they did in the past. They have electricity, Wi-Fi, and air-conditioning of course, but they are still in the style of years past with their clothes drying from the window.