Due to the high number of messages I used to get, I am now keeping the whole process more efficient through Google Forms and its database.
Nights in my house are accompanied with comments such as “well, you’ll just have to learn” and “it’s really not that hard”. Ah, the classic eye-roll accompanied by a tut and a sighed out, “Americans…”. It’s the one I get any time I throw out meat that’s been in the fridge for days, or when I complain about it being over 38 degrees (celsius) with no air me roped in with the other 318.9 million Americans in the world. Jokes, sarcasm, and wit— things infamous for being untranslatable— are usually off the table. Awkward chuckles are shared after the joke is explained. I’m no small-town girl out of her element in a fashionable city.
I can’t be bothered to spend more than 30 minutes cooking. But, thanks to my fiancé’s Italian upbringing, I get judgemental glares whenever dinner time rolls around and I’ve put nothing on the table. Throwing out week-and-a-half-old milk doesn’t make me a typical American— whatever that is. If your expat relationship is anything like mine, you might not be able to communicate with your future in-laws in your own language.
Are you seeking a long term relationship with a hardworking, diligent, trustworthy Italian man?
Do you love countries rich of history, art, culture, fashion, food, nature, music? Do you believe that life is not meant to be lived alone?
Sadly, I even met Americans who became Italian citizens a long time ago and don’t speak fluent Italian yet. Also, it is not uncommon to “date” as many people as possible, until you find the one you want to start a relationship with.