Monday, August 25, 2014

Culture Shock

Culture Shock #1:

1. For as much as the culture loves, I mean loves coffee, no one takes it to go. You stand at a coffee bar order your coffee, drink it in 5 minutes and then leave. There are no travel mugs, no to go cups, you don’t typically set up a coffee date to sit and chat, you just drink it and go. So yes I am the weird American on the metro, squished between everyone with my to go coffee mug because I haven’t figured out how to order coffee in Italian yet.

2. The post offices here a huge. You do almost everything through the post office and you can wait up to an hour or more for your turn depending on when you go. But for as many services as the post office offers, the one thing you can’t buy there is stamps. Go figure. 

3. Public transportation. The trail sent from God to teach me patience and that there really is no such thing as personal space. However, men are generally nice and typically offer women or older people the seat if one opens up. 

4. Italians love American music. So you’ll be waiting for the metro or shopping in a store listening to Italian songs and all of a sudden Bruno Mars or Michael Bubble will suddenly start playing and my typical American self wants to burst into song with them because I actually understand what they are saying. 

5. Ordering wine is just as cheap as ordering a soft drink and no one cards you or checks your id to see if you are old enough to drink alcohol. And if you want water make sure you order naturale because if not you will receive water with carbonation and without a flavor it just tastes weird.  


Culture Shock #2:

1.Everyone takes the month of August off, or at least the last few weeks of August. Shops and restaurants that are normally open or have regular hours are just closed for no reason. There’s often times no sign saying when they will return or if there is one it says we shall reopen when we come back. Thanks, that’s super helpful when my phone credit has run out and all I need to do is put some money in my account so I can use it again but the FIVE stores I tried to go to are all close with no sign of returning soon. So tell me again how I’m suppose to call someone if I get lost but can’t use my phone because NO ONE IS OPENED? I’m not bitter or anything….

2. I have finally found to go cups for coffee, but they are about a half or quarter of the size of American to go cups, so it begs the question, what’s the point of having one anyway?

3. When working with large groups of people from other cultures be prepared to eat a lot, and I mean a lot. Everyone loves the food they make and thinks that you should too so they push you to the front of the line and force you to eat their food. But when you try to be polite and only take a little bit, because you realize that you have to eat three more times that day, they yell at you and ask why you don’t like their food or chide you for not liking food at all! People! I like food, I like your food, I like everyone’s food, but I have to eat 3 more times after the other services too and I can’t eat three full meals less than 3 hours apart from each other! I would also prefer not to gain 50 pounds in the first four weeks of being in Italy either. 

4. There is no such thing as a Walmart. You buy groceries at the market or grocery store and everything else at miscellaneous places. But you should always check the Chinese stores, they are basically like an over crowded explosion of Dollar General.  I’m not sure how they get all their merchandise to stay in the store with out the store actually exploding… 

5. Sometimes when someone talks to you but you don’t expect them to, you miss what they said, whether it was in English or another language. So there will be times here when I won’t be expecting for someone to talk to me and me automatic reaction is “what?” But then they proceed to repeat themselves in English, which is really nice when you first think about it. But the more you think, the weirder it becomes.  In the States we wouldn’t ever repeat ourselves in Spanish because someone looked at us and said “Que?” In fact, many people would find that racist. But here the next most common spoken language is English so often people will just repeat things in English if you didn’t understand them the first time.  

6. For as diverse as Rome is with all the different types of ethnicities living here, their food options stay pretty much the same. The question “Where do you want to eat tonight?” in the States is usually followed up with well, do you want Mexican, Chinese, Hamburgers, Italian, Japanese…..and the list goes on and on. Here the same question is followed up with, what kind of pasta do you want or what kind of pizza do you want…and that’s it.  Thank you Italy for options. 

7. Speaking of options, when going grocery shopping only expect to find one brand of a particular item. There are not many options to choose from, UNLESS you want olive oil or wine, then you have about twenty to thirty different types of brands to choose from. 

8. Nicknames are not that common here so when I introduce myself as Bekah I always get confused looks and cocked heads as they repeat slowly, B e k a h. I then follow up with, or Rebekah, and they respond Ohhh Reeebekah! It never occurs to them that Bekah is just short for Rebekah, but they don’t hesitate to shorten Bekah to Beks. Alrighty then. 

9. It never rains in the summer. It’s always sunny and usually clear skies, except for this summer.  It has rained a total of three times since I’ve been here and everyone is so confused because it’s rained so much. Three times is a lot? 

10. Italians have a legitimate fear of air conditioning and fans. So it will be 95 degrees outside but there is no a/c anywhere because they are concerned that they will catch a cold or cancer from the artificial air.  So you would rather have a heat stroke or go without sleep for two months because it’s so hot than put an a/c unit in your apartment? I spent the last 22 years in air conditioning and I turned out fine, I think... 


Friday, August 22, 2014

Rome, What a City

It has now been a full month since I arrived in Rome.  I’ve seen some of the major historical sites such as the Colosseum, Pantheon, and Saint Peter’s Basilica.  But most of my time has been spent figuring out public transportation, Italian grocery stores, and trying not to sweat to death without air conditioner.  My first Sunday here held quite a few adventures in it of itself.  I woke up at 8:30 which is when I wanted to leave for church since it’s about a 30 minute commute between taking the metro and walking.  Got ready in 15 minutes, record time by the way, rushed out the door and headed to the metro stop which is about two blocks from my apartment.  Got to the metro and found out it was closed. I immediately started to panic because I hadn’t ridden the bus before so I had no idea which stop to get off at once I got on.  So I joined the group of the Italians waiting for a different bus that went to Termini, a big transition point for buses and the metro, and I thought I’ll just catch this bus and get on the metro at Termini and then I can figure out how to get to the church from there; perfect.  As we were waiting a few Italians tried to ask me why the metro was closed or if I knew what was going on and I just looked at them and said sorry, Inglesi and they would nod and say oh and move on to someone else. It’s very disconcerting to not know what’s going on or be able to communicate to see if anyone else knows either.  So I caught the bus and then the metro at Termini and successfully made it to the church only 40 minutes later than I was suppose to.  The rest of the day was a whirlwind of being introduced to many people from all over the world and even met someone who has a nephew attending Cedarville University.  After the service and tons of introductions I attended the end of the Filipino service and was invited to eat lunch with them in park.  I think about 13 of us piled into a small Italian car and drove through beautiful downtown Rome to a local park to celebrate two birthdays that happened earlier that week.  Once we arrived they promptly pulled out a whole hog fully roasted. They all looked at me to see my reaction and asked if I was freaking out yet.  Being my first full meal of the day however I told them I was really excited to eat almost anything they had prepared.  It was some of the best meat I’ve ever eaten. The rest of the afternoon was spent meeting and starting relationships and talking about funny American culture differences.  Thankfully the metro was opened by 5:00pm and I made it back to my apartment without any other adventures. 

As funny as my first Sunday sounds it was actually very encouraging and very eye opening as to the people I will be working with.  At the Bible study before the service they were looking at the passage in 1 Peter about enduring for our faith.  And as I sat around the table with people from different parts of Africa, Italy, Asia, and America listening to their stories of endurance and then praying for the refugees that have come from Muslim countries living in refugee camps, I realized that my definition of endurance is nothing compared to what some of these people have endured.  Here I am, an American girl with a college degree that contains a Bible minor with all these ideas of what hardships and endurance is but some of these people have left their country to come to a place where they can worship God freely. They didn’t move because of a job or because it was necessarily a wise financial choice, but they moved to Italy solely to be able to worship freely.  As I sat there around that table and then through the two different worship services that day I began to realize how small I had made my world.  God’s creation is so diverse and so beautiful because of it’s diversity and I realized how narrow minded I had allowed myself to become.


There is a song by Hillsong United called Oceans and there is a phrase that has really encouraged me these past couple of months.  It says:  “Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders, Let me walk upon the waters, Wherever You would call me,Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander, And my faith will be made stronger, In the presence of my Savior.” Before I graduated Cedarville I sang this song with 3,000 other Christian students and prayed that God would really call me out and that my faith would be made stronger. This adventure in Rome has tested my faith more than I could have ever imagined, but it still pales in comparison to some of the sufferings and hardships of other Christians, even here in Italy.  God has been so good to me and has blessed me in more ways than I could possibly imagine. I’m so thankful for this opportunity to be here in Rome to work with these wonderful people at this church and I can not wait to see what God is going to do this next year!