What It’s Like to Have Family in Italy

What It’s Like to Have Family in Italy

Being an Italian-American living in Italy, I often encounter questions on Italian culturalisms. Sometimes I know the answer and sometimes I don’t. But, I am always eager to share when people ask me what it is like having family here in Italy. I like this question because it is one of my favorite things about my life here. I may not get to see my family that often, since they live 6.5 hours in the car away from Florence, but I always know they are nearby-ish if I need them.

1. Family means food. Food is a huge part of Italian culture, but feeding your relatives is a sacred act. My aunt Gerarda will feed me until I explode, if I let her. I will never ever be hungry in her house and neither will my dear pup Stella. Stella is invited to eat whatever we are having, and should she turn her tiny black nose away from it (she’s prone to pickiness) then my aunt will gladly cook her something else, like a slab of the freshest meat, grilled to perfection.

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2. Family means forever. Having an Italian family means you are a part of a bond that time, distance and differences does not separate. I felt this first hand when I was with my cousin over all saints day in November. We went to the cemetery as tradition, to visit relatives of lives long past. My cousin showed me many tombs of people I had never met, yet she showed them to me with a purpose. “This is your cousin too, this is your grandfather too, this is your…relative too” she would say. I was invited to say prayers, kiss my hands and place the kiss upon their effigy as if I had known them everyday of my life, because family is family. The bond is that strong.

3. Family means forgiveness. The last time I saw my family, I committed a few travesties that would have gotten me disowned in the US. One of the worst offenses was, as soon as we arrived, Stella decided to take a massive pee on their beautiful floor. The second was that the next day, my ragazzo accidentally caused the glass shower’s door to fall off. We have no idea how this happened, but imagine our horror to being surrounded by a sea of glass in what was otherwise a pristine bathroom. After I extracted him from the glass, I slunk downstairs to tell them what we had done. I offered to pay, I apologized 1000x, I felt absolutely horrible but you know what they did? They didn’t care about the shower, they wanted to make sure ragazzo was safe and unarmed. They offered to call an ambulance (we didn’t need it, he was fine, thank Padre Pio) and they refused my money to fix it.

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4. Family means open arms and homes. My Italian family is full of such open, warm and caring people that they actually playfully compete over where I will stay when I go. When I left last time, one of my uncles took me aside and asked me to stay with his family next time, since I already stayed with my other aunt and uncle this time. He promised me even more food, which at the time sounded impossible to do, but even as he was asking me about this he was filling my hands with candies and goodies to take home. They want me to visit, and spend as much time with them when I am there as I can.

5. Family means I am the American. Even though I am a dual-citizen, speak Italian, live in Italy etc, I will always be the American. I accept this with honor now because to them it isn’t a bad thing or something that makes me different but instead it’s what makes me unique and special. I am a part of the branch of family that moved away from the hometown. I got to grow up in a different culture speaking a different language. I absolutely love this level of acceptance because it is something rarely felt in Florence. I don’t have to hide my differences with them because they embrace every single strange American habit as an endearing feature of their American relative.

What about you? Have you experienced what it’s like to be in the embrace of an Italian family?

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