#Diario di BordoItaly Worldwide Treasure
“A man who has not been in Italy,a man who speaks onlythe stereotypes about this country,is always conscious of an inferiority,from his not having seenwhat it is expected a man should see.”
There’s a saying that Rome is the heart of Italy,but Naples is its soul. I’m born in Pompeii,an ancient Roman city, Province of the nearmodern Naples in the Campania region of Italy.Naples is gritty and chaotic, yet beautiful andauthentic at the same time. Things here run attheir own pace. A pace that coincides with“I’ll do as I damn please.” Where I live you canfind some woman undoubtedly either hanginglaundry or sweeping the balcony above, probablysmoking a cigarette, some people acting like they’reyour friends even if it’s the first time they meet you.I will passionately write about my beloved city Naplestoo but in another chapter as it deserves one or maybe1 thousand paragraphs on his own, and I will tell youabout the city seen and experienced by a local and seenby an outsider. I promise!
I exist only because inside of me and above all elseI am only and above all a Neapolitan.Naples exists inside of me, and always will.
What is Italy? Italy is a must-visit country. It is a peninsula, located in the heart of the Mediterranean Sea. Here you can still feel how the Roman Empire is widespread and can be observed in the global distribution of civilian law, republican governments, Christianity and the Latin script.
In Italy, for 30 years under the Borgias, Italy had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance….there is something majestic here I can’t really explain by words. There’s no looking at a building after seeing Italy. My country is a geographical expression. However, Italy is a divided country without a center. Regional cultures, and hundred years old traditions. They cook the way grandma did, using fresh ingredients and what is available every season. Agerola on the Amalfi Coast in Italy is my ultimate destination, the only place I need when I want to get lost or when I need to discover myself; there, is where I go to on the weekends while everyone else goes to party and clubs. There, the ocean becomes part of me.
Italy is a city that arouses all the senses…Italy has the same effect as having an irresistiblebox of liqueurs chocolates in your hands in one-go
I’m a pretty calm person. That came from living in Italy for a long time. Nothing works, nothing is on time. You have to learn to deal with it. I love the simplicity, the ingredients, the culture, the history and the seasonality of Italian culture, history, and also cuisine. In Italy people do not travel often or overseas as I do and yet, in some areas of the South Italy they can communicate with everyone, from every part of the globe, and be understood, no matter what.
Italians have hundreds of gestures that extend theirlanguage and emphasize their point, as if thefeelings bubbling up inside them can’t be expressedin mere words, but require an accusing finger, anappeal to the heavens, a shake of the fist.
You go to a restaurant in the States and kids have these game boards at the table. You don’t see that in Italy, It’s not because we can’t afford to buy them, it’s because that’s not what eating together as a family is about.I think people in Italy live their lives better than others do. It’s an older country, and Italian people learned to celebrate dinner and lunch, whereas we sort of eat as quickly as we can to get through it We love, we love a lot, and sometimes too much, but It is typical of the Italian culture that we only start to feel emotional about something when we have the possibility to see it in front of us. we can pass easily the test of the time, and endure any difficulty over coming it by creative attitudes. It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.”I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin With syllables which breathe of the sweet South. Italy is not only the wild gesture as you move your hand. It is not only a “mi scusi” “bullshit. And of course, Italian has nothing to do with Spanish.
When the moon hits your eyelike a big pizza pieThat’s amore…
What is the fatal charm of Italy then? What do we find there that can be found nowhere else? I believe it is a certain permission to be human, which other places, other countries, lost long ago.
Please, if you ever happen to come visit this country, be happy to walk in these roads, between these people and experience the true colors of this country, on the other hand If you are born in Italy, Please be proud of it, because of the beauty of the human capital, both masculine and feminine No other country has.
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