Picture Perfect Almalfi Coast

Written By: Kim - Aug• 14•11

We spent our first day in Praiano just lounging the morning away. Ok, I was really doing a week’s worth of laundry for the four of us. But, I felt very local as I hung my clothes on the outside lines to dry. There was an incredible morning breeze and we enjoyed the local chocolate chip bread that our hosts brought for us. Did I mentioned the Lemoncello from the night before? That will put hair on your chest whether you want it or not. Holy cow. 40 proof indeed and I am not even a drinker.

The amazing thing about this community is the way that the locals really eat what they grow. Lemons, olives, eggplant, squash, lettuce, garlic, onions, herbs, plums, apricots, tomatoes….you get the picture. And of course the seafood comes in literally off the fishing boats. The only food items I have not seen locally are the cows, chickens and pigs. They are here somewhere in Italy.

©Mike Howard

After spending almost week with my hair in a ponytail, I was delighted to find an Italian blowdryer with the diffuser attachment for my curly hair. The men in my group did not quite understand my happiness. Even with your electric wall socket converter, American blow driers are just too strong to work.

On our walks we discovered beautiful gardens consisting of said fruits and veggies, but also of lovely plants and flowers. What a sensory delight for the eye and nose. You could not make this any more picturesque if you painted the scene yourself.

We spent the second day exploring the second beach access point in Praiano. Not quite as many stairs but still we got our workout. So all those carbs we are eating along with the daily gelato really don’t matter. We worked them off, so it seems.

The thing about living on a hill in a community that is literally sharing a wall or bottom space with you is that you see everything. We can hear conversations, although may are in Italian and German, but it is still comforting. The entrainment for us is sitting on the balcony enjoying the scenery especially because the television is in Italian.

Cultural Differences: We Are Definitely Not in America Anymore

Written By: Kim - Aug• 11•11

After spending two weeks in Italy, there were some cultural differences that I noticed that are worth documenting.

Europeans are more efficient and effective at dressing.

If you ever have the opportunity to travel to Europe, leave the sloppy dressing at home. No gym clothes, track suits, running shoes, pjs or slippers in public in Italy. The only people I saw with running shorts on were, well, actually running. Not shopping, eating lunch or running errands. No one here wears chinos. I swear. I did not see one pair on either the men or the women.

The women dress sexy. I do not mean tacky. Italian women wear clothes that American women generally view as “inappropriate.” Clingy dresses, high heels, fitted suit jackets and right-at-the-knee or above-the-knee skirts. Even flowing skirts are sexy because the women pair them with sexy tops, belts and earrings. They are definitely not afraid to show themselves or their cleavage off. This dress code spanned across generations. Think Sophia Loren and you get the picture.

Italian diva Abby shows off her local style. Scooters are a common form of transportation and yes, the women drive them to work. ©Mike Howard

And the Italian men? Well, they are generally appreciative of this approach to women’s clothing and return the favor. The men wear fitted suit shirts and narrower cut trousers, whether casual or work. Maybe because it was summer, I did not see any jeans on the locals as either. And definitely no prison baggy pants, track suits, gym shorts or tee-shirts. They have nice bodies and are not afraid to show them off.

The type of food that is available, even in carbohydrate central Italy, was fresh and healthy. Italians don’t eat chips with their panini and you share your panini. There are no convenience stores with aisles of candy, Slim Jims and Big Gulps. Processed foods en masse are not available. The portions served to us were completely appropriate. There are no “all-you-can-eat” places in Italy. Meals are prepared and you take time to sit, wait and talk while the chef cooks. You linger in between courses and don’t rush to ask for the check.

There are no paper cups or travel mugs to put your coffee in. According to my husband, the Italian coffee he drank was better than any he’s tasted. It’s simply too good “to go.” You stand at the coffee bar counter and drink it. Their baristas don’t give you 25 options for your coffee: it’s either coffee, cappuccino or espresso. Coffee is served black, cream, sugar or both. No half shot of this, light whipped that. Americans have too many options. Just ask anyone waiting in line at Starbucks trying to simply order a black coffee.

Take the color of cars. There were really only three colors of cars that we saw: black, silver and white. Occasionally you would see a blue or red car. Why do Americans have to have so many car colors to choose from? Does it make our life better? Nope. For the record, my car is black and so was its predecessor.

Those patterned bags by designers like Vera Bradley? No where in sight. I could get used to looking at all of those lovely Italian bags and shoes. The only tennis shoes I saw were sleek and designed more like a casual walking shoe. No bulky heeled white running shoes except on tourists. But not our family. We wore comfortable sandals during our trip.

During our week at the beach on the Almalfi Coast, bikinis were the dress code for Italian women. I wore a tankini and felt like I was wearing a blanket. My suit just screamed tourist. Even older local women wore a two-piece to the beach. They were so common that they had me brainwashed in to thinking I should get one next summer. Almost. And you know those women’s magazines that tell American women to do the “tug test” on our bathing suits? Italian women don’t care. In fact, the more behind you show, the more you fit in. They simply are not worried about showing off their bodies. That said, their bodies are definitely worth showing off.

Italian drivers are aggressive. You take your own life in to your hands when you walk across the street. They simply do not care if you have the right of way. They just forge ahead.

And, if you drive, please note that the lines between the lanes are simply there to employ the government workers. Drivers don’t really pay much attention to them, weaving in and out without using a signal. Ever.