A commentary on Italian Men...

So, on my last night in Italy, I thought it only fitting to offer a commentary on the Italian man. I have learned very quickly that blonde hair, blue eyes gets you very far in this country. It can get you a discount at the market or faster service in a trattoria, or even better service at a hostel! I have moved past the countless calls on the street to 'Ciao Bella' or 'Blondissima' (despite looking my worst in yoga pants and runners). Today I witnessed a whole new level! I had run out of clothing to wear so I wore a black dress and knee high boots to go do laundry! While you may think this is excessive, I was actually looking more like your average Italian than I have looked since I arrived. Well, the looks and the comments reached a whole new high. I must admit I like looking nice and the casual clothes have worn thin. The side effect of a boost of self esteem isn't so bad either.

What is interesting, however, is that the comments from the men are not reserved for the street. So far in the 2 hotels-hostels I have stayed in, I have had several requests for dates from the employees-owners. I awoke in Rome one morning to a note written from a staff member asking if he could escort me to Tivoli. Here in Florence the owner-manager (who is only 19) continues to be very smitten with me and is quite the amusement during my travels. I think they are just amazed with the fair complexion and I am not that naive to think that every girl with my colouring doesn't receive the same treatment.

All that aside, it is nice to be noticed and I can certainly say that the Italian man is very charming, forthcoming and speaks his mind. I'll let you decide if this is a virtue or a vice...