One recent weekend morning Al and I sat outside enjoying pleasant weather and the rare leisure to enjoy our coffees while we read the papers. We sat in companionable silence against the background of bird songs, music playing on the cafe sound system, and occasional traffic noise in the distance.
Suddenly we heard the abrasive grinding start up sound of what we thought was a leaf blower, unfortunately a familiar sound in our city. The sound jarred us out of our reverie.
As Al and I began to discuss the negative aspects of leaf blowers, we suddenly saw a Vespa pull from the parking spaces on the opposite side of the cafe. Instantly we reinterrupted the noise (same startup gunning, same machine sounds) as benevolent, as we association them with something Italian.
We now visualized the motor as a replacement for a big car engine, an environmentally better option. We fanticized about our part of the city becoming like Italy, with Vespas lined up outside of restaurants and cafes, young men and women locking their vehicles and swinging their helmets as they strolled toward a restaurant. We relaxed back into our morning peace, romantically perhaps, associating the abrasive sound with our Italian experiences.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Starbuck's, Italian-style
I have to admit that I get my afternoon coffee at my neighborhood Starbuck's. Yes, I'd rather go to a more Italian style family owned cafe. But we have to use what we have.
This Starbuck's feels more personal than many. The young men and women who work there greet everybody who comes in. By now they recognize me as "a regular," one among several of us who arrive at this time of day. Nods of greeting among customers who are otherwise strangers seems a step in community building. We have in common only having gravitated toward this shop because of its culture of quieter music and outdoor ambiance.
So most afternoons I go there to read, write or just look around. It's the closest I've found to an Italian experience closeby.
Still there are differences.
Italians don't walk the streets with coffee cups in hand. In Italy the alternative to take out is to drink one's espresso or cappuccino standing at the counter. But another option, although costing a bit more, is to sit at a small table and a waiter will bring your coffee. Either way you have a ceramic cup and saucer and a little spoon, nothing cardboard or plastic. We don't see mountains of trash in the bins since cups and saucers are washed as they are used.
My Bringing Italy Home approach is to request the for here option at Starbuck's. The staff member seems happy about my more environmental choice, pulls out a ceramic cup for me and even warms it with hot water before making my caffe.
I also avoid ordering anything to go even though that's the default order in America. As another customer said to me one day, "If I can't sit down for a few minutes and enjoy it, I don't come." He would be very comfortable in an Italian cafe.
This Starbuck's feels more personal than many. The young men and women who work there greet everybody who comes in. By now they recognize me as "a regular," one among several of us who arrive at this time of day. Nods of greeting among customers who are otherwise strangers seems a step in community building. We have in common only having gravitated toward this shop because of its culture of quieter music and outdoor ambiance.
So most afternoons I go there to read, write or just look around. It's the closest I've found to an Italian experience closeby.
Still there are differences.
Italians don't walk the streets with coffee cups in hand. In Italy the alternative to take out is to drink one's espresso or cappuccino standing at the counter. But another option, although costing a bit more, is to sit at a small table and a waiter will bring your coffee. Either way you have a ceramic cup and saucer and a little spoon, nothing cardboard or plastic. We don't see mountains of trash in the bins since cups and saucers are washed as they are used.
My Bringing Italy Home approach is to request the for here option at Starbuck's. The staff member seems happy about my more environmental choice, pulls out a ceramic cup for me and even warms it with hot water before making my caffe.
I also avoid ordering anything to go even though that's the default order in America. As another customer said to me one day, "If I can't sit down for a few minutes and enjoy it, I don't come." He would be very comfortable in an Italian cafe.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Bringing Italy Home
Discovery of another culture can become a passion. Starting in our empty nest years, my husband Al and I have traveled to Italy every spring for more than a decade. Our love for this special country and culture, for its villages and cities, mountains and seacoasts, for its food and people and lifestyle, along with our enjoyment of our time there together, just the two of us, resulted in my writing the book Passeggiata: Strolling through Italy.
After many years of repeat visits, we have learned to bring lessons in living Italian style home with us. Each spring we renew our Italy experience for a couple of weeks, but the rest of the year we have to work at ways to keep in touch with what we enjoyed.
We eat Italian food, follow Italian news stories, go to local festivals and watch Italian films when the opportunity arises. More important, we try to follow the daily rhythms that we observe in Italy and savor moments that remind us of being there.
After repeated immersions into the sights and sights of Italian life, we have come to see wisdom in the accepted attitudes and values of this old culture. Though life in America is a sharp contrast to Italy, we are learning to savor life the rest of the year and to remain Italian in spirit back home.
After many years of repeat visits, we have learned to bring lessons in living Italian style home with us. Each spring we renew our Italy experience for a couple of weeks, but the rest of the year we have to work at ways to keep in touch with what we enjoyed.
We eat Italian food, follow Italian news stories, go to local festivals and watch Italian films when the opportunity arises. More important, we try to follow the daily rhythms that we observe in Italy and savor moments that remind us of being there.
After repeated immersions into the sights and sights of Italian life, we have come to see wisdom in the accepted attitudes and values of this old culture. Though life in America is a sharp contrast to Italy, we are learning to savor life the rest of the year and to remain Italian in spirit back home.
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