Learning To Live Like Locals

At 19 years old, I am lucky enough to say that I have been to Europe twice. However, the two times that I have traveled here are completely different experiences. My age is one factor of course, because I consider myself a lot more mature and fashionable now than at 14. In addition, when I first went to Europe I came as a tourist, and this time I came as a student. Yes, I still do a lot of the touristy things like going to see all the historical monuments and sounding like an idiot whenever I try ordering something in Italian. But, I also get to do the everyday things that not a lot of other people visiting Italy get to do. Since I am living here for five weeks, I actually have the chance to interact with locals, whether that be at the supermarket or going to our favorite panini place every afternoon.

The first time I traveled to Europe, my family and I visited Florence, Siena, Rome, and Venice. The museums, restaurants, and views were amazing, but we did not stay in one place for too long, three days at the most. We experienced all the big group tours, and rushed from place to place in order to see it all. My family and I were the stereotypical tourists from America- cameras and phones out, talking loudly, and definitely not fitting in with Italian fashion. I mean, I wore Nike shorts and graphic tees while strolling the streets of Florence. Now- I would never.

I did not really appreciate the architecture, art, and culture that I saw when I was a moody pre- teen. I could only think about the heat and how I could not wait to sit down. That still stands true- the heat stays unbearable and my feet always hurt- but I appreciate the beauty of what I continue to experience so much more than I did as a young teen. Even on my five minute walk to class, I try my best to take in my surroundings, and every day I realize something new. A new fruit stand, new artist on the street, new cobblestone cracks. But I also realise what has not changed. Every day we go to the same panini place, Antico Noe, and see our regular panini guy. Every day we pass the same flower shop on the corner. Every day we settle into our routine, but still continue learning.

Two weeks into living here it still amazes me to wake up to the arches of Ciompi, and the local Italians riding to work on their bikes. Just below my apartment are shops and bakeries- something I would have never imagined could be my everyday life. Life goes so slow here, people take their time unlike the hustle and bustle of America. I learn something new every day through the locals I interact with, such as the guest speakers in the classroom or people I see on the street. My friends and I stay together, eat together, and learn together, all in the most beautiful place- learning to live like locals.