DIARY OF THOSE WHO LIVES WITH BAGGAGE IN THE HAND AND THINK ABOUT HOME
I ‘m sure that Italy is a country very undervalued by Italians.
We are always enticed by a holiday abroad, by a weekend in a European capital, rather than discovering wonders from our country. Almost as if taking a holiday in our country is just from “losers”. However discovering the rest of the world makes us appreciate too much our country. Realize, touch with hand how just a few can appreciate our own history, culture, food and wine, variety of landscape and art will make us realize how lucky we are to live in the most beautiful country in the world.
In the last years my work has allowed me to discover a lot about world, for example, i’m writing this thought from Washington DC the capital of the United States of America, and just yesterday I thought about how much I miss mortadella. This city is beautiful, contains all the patriotism and strength by the nation who rules the world, but do we really envy its architecture? I think about the landscapes that I have admired in Italy in the recent years. For example the Dolomites, just in September I was in Valtellina between Livigno and Bormio. Landscapes made of wide panoramic views, woods and well-kept pastures where the Tee, characteristic and typical wooden-house of the area, blend with the landscape as if they were built by nature and not by man.
When we talking about Italy, I can not mention my home town: Florence. A small city, by human scale.
I love walking through the streets and being fascinated by its beauty. Unthinkable as it is able to leave me with no words every time I pass in front of the Duomo, when i get in to the Palazzo Vecchio and admire Ponte Vecchio. We are so lucky to live in a country that gave to the world beauties and culture in every artistic sector: opera, painting and sculpture first. Every time I walk under the arch of the Uffizi I imagine the Medici family walking in the corridor. And how many times, I stop to think about how much in the night the Duomo and its Dome appear painted on the sky, as the night appear silent and firm in this city. I always say I’m madly in love with my city and my region, Tuscany. When I ask for advice on what to visit in Tuscany I make an endless list of places: Pisa, Livorno, Pistoia, Arezzo, Siena and certainly I have forgotten some. Never forget the natural beauties. From the sea of the Isola Elba so crystalline, to the Sienese countryside with its red land and its cypresses up to the Apennines.
In the second half of 2017 I lived in Rome. Rome was been a breath of fresh air for me, a return to Italy home after a long time living in Germany, in Frankfurt. It ‘s true, I travel often for work, but Rome made me realize how much I was homesicked. “What do you think about Rome?” It’s the question often asked me, also thanks to a not very simple political situation. But I have to be honest, for me Rome has been eat pizza and drink beer in the hot evenings of September and October along the road, the outdoor cinema of Villa Borghese, the exhibitions at the Ara Pacis, the “cacio e pepe” ,tipical pasta of Rome, every time that you wanted to. Rome was romantic walks along Via dei Fori Imperiali, the kisses on the Pincio terrace, the view of Castel Sant’Angelo, take hands and go to visit San Pietro. Rome for me was the coffee on Sunday at the Golden Cup with a view of the Pantheon and walk towards Piazza Navona, for me was the artichokes bought at the market in the field of flowers. Rome was the eternal and romantic city it deserves to be. It ‘s that city to which you entrust your dreams in a coin tossed in Trevi Fountain.
Speaking with foreigners, I increasingly understand how Southern Italy is not known as a tourist destination. And every time I remain amazed and disappointed and I stop to tell him a unique reality. Naples is a second home for me, the city that I’ve been living for years and every time I come back it give to me something new to see. A mix of history, legends, between churches, catacombs and neighborhoods that scream life. Puglia instead, is that region whose the only memory makes my heart beat. Where have you ever seen a place like Polignano a Mare? Its small white towns, unspoiled nature, restaurants along the sea. Not to mention the natural beauties, here is the red lake of Otranto. Recently I was been in Sicily for the first time. I chose Palermo and it was love at first sight.
Incredible how taking train make we catapulted into cities so different from each other. With so much to discover. I do not want to belittle the other countries, but the diversity of landscapes and history that we have in Italy few can boast of it abroad. It ‘s not enough a lifetime for visit Italy, comfortable shoes and gasoline in the legs needed. Arabic influences in Sicily, Renaissance in Florence, Baroque in Naples: an open-air history book!
The answer to the question “what do you most like about Italy?” I have not yet found it. Every village, every city, are unique and give life to a polyhedral, multi-colored country. Like the instruments of an orchestra, all together creating the most beautiful symphony I have never heard.