Rochelle Del Borrello is an Australian journalist by trade, something she has thankfully left behind to write, photograph and taste life in Sicily, an experience she shares on her blog Unwilling Expat ( ) Rochelle is currently hating people’s obsession with the Selfie, Geordie Shore and the confusing world of Italian politics and liking Stromae, The Voice Italy, Springtime in Sicily and collaborating with other certifiable Expats in Italy. ) This week we turn over the keyboards to our European partners and let them have a little fun at our expense for a change.
OK, enough introductions, let’s get down to some light-hearted Euro-bashing. We’ve had our jollies in the past, taking cheap shots at European culture and its social idiosyncrasies. It’s hard to believe that we’re voluntarily subjecting ourselves to this, but there’s nothing we won’t do for the amusement of our readers.
On one level, I totally agreed with her, but there was something about her opinions that just didn’t quite square with my experiences. She didn’t mention her real name, and I wouldn’t reveal it anyway.
The important thing is that she’s an Italian girl in her 30’s who has been living in Australia for 10 years, and she’s STILL trying to work out the rather large cultural gaps when it comes to dating, courtship, and social protocols in general. Her situation gives her a unique perspective that, in my opinion, is very instructive for foreign men in Italy hoping to “get lucky” with Italian girls.
Be that as it may, I’m going to keep posting until they kick me out.
Besides yours truly (the irascible malcontent from Rome), the original roster includes Misty and Georgette from Florence, and Maria from some lost village in Emilia Romagna that I can’t pronounce. Let’s meet them all again, shall we, and see what the have to say about Italian girls dating American men?
And please, if you’re in a cross-cultural relationship, let us know your thoughts, too! to compare life in America to life in Italy, I’ve learned to answer the question diplomatically by saying “Well, you see, no place is perfect; you gain something, you lose something, and in the end it’s not better or worse—it’s just different. If you’re dating someone from another culture, I would always say “Keep your mind open, and when you think it’s open, open it some more,” You’ll be rewarded.
Check out her blog, Girl in Florence Gina is 26 year old California native whose unhealthy love of cheese, wine and gossip has made her a perfect transplant to Italy.Maria is a 30-something (something low) American Texpat, living and working in her husband’s tiny hometown in the province of Reggio Emilia.Her blog, Married to Italy, is home to her rants and raves and serves as her therapeutic search for hilarity amongst the chaos.When an American woman tells me “Oh, I’d like to meet a hot Italian man who [insert here stereotypical adjectives that people associate with the Italian Latin Lover]…” I try to suppress a hearty chuckle. I believe that most American women would be extremely disappointed and quickly become frustrated with men who expect them to cook for them, iron their shirts, and don’t leave their mother’s home until they marry – if they ever do. Here’s what it’s like for Italian women dating American men, in her words. Rick and I might not speak the same language, but we always did understand each other when it came about our intentions. I didn’t need to ask to see that Rick had that optimism about life and that faith in love that one needs to put himself out there again.