#1: We Have No Idea How To Pack... You might say "Simplfy!".... To us, we hear "Add more black.". Or "Add more white." Either way we end up with twice as much luggage, had we not listened to you. Italian culture is very much built around art and beauty, so do not be surprised when you see an Italian myself rushing through an airport with a screaming child (just kidding our children only scream when they're happy, so actually it's fine!) with 3 red bags and 3 black or 2 black and 2 white or whatever the Lord chose that day. One thing is for sure, we're going to look as good as possible lugging that crap around.
#2: Hair Rules Our Life... Recently I bought a new carry on and it came with a lovely albeit, much too ginormous makeup container. Maybe it wasn't a makeup conatiner, at all... I don't know. But what I did was so horrible and unimaginable... I must have been in some kind of major hurry. I can't imagine the kind of hurry that would have caused this but if you ever meet an Italian... just ask them to take a great big deep breath. I spilled hair remover in the makeup bag. Once we got where we were headed I was ready to jump right out the window when I saw that. Not only that, but what if I had forgotton my flat iron? And my triple action anti-humidity foam jet pump and the re-silkening serum mist?? Eek.
#3: Long on Love, Short on Temper.... No matter who you meet in the world, no matter what culture I believe we're all inherently the same. We aren't perfect. Italian's have a repuation that I know is somewhat true. I think anyytime you love something to any extent, you can become inflamed by it. Often the things we may get inflamed about are different, but that's what feeds our passion anyway. I refer to our temper as the Italian Spaz Attack... I tend to have them once in awhile and they tend to go like this.... I can't find something, I figure someone moved it, and freak out about it until I eventually find whatever I was looking for and breathe a sigh of relief that I never brought it up. It's taken me years of practice, but I have learned to keep my mouth shut when I feel the Italian Spaz Attack coming on. Perhaps, it's my Swedish side that just tells me to jump out the window that keeps me under control. hahaha.
You do know on a cruise, its a tiny room, right?
ReplyDeleteYes.... It gave me a spaz attack but I think I worked out the kinks. I got a smaller bag but I find, too, that rolling everything takes up less space.
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