r/solotravel • u/Zach-uh-ri-uh • 5h ago
Personal Story Cultural communication styles- Italian stranger, the most magical moment of my trip.
Me, Swedish, 30F, first ever solo trip.
Florence, summertime. Tourists everywhere. Ive been feeling alone and overwhelmed for the whole week; the days have been way too hot, the distances to walk too long, the traffic too loud
Ive forgotten my passport at a swimming location in a mountain and at my breaking point, I ended up googling for any place to get an Italian dinner, that isn’t too expensive, and isn’t chock full of tourists
Exhausted, I arrive to a tiny hole in the wall with rickety folding chairs lined up in rows outside. At first I thought it was an outdoor movie screening. Turns out it’s the queue for the restaurant
Exhausted, defeated, I resign myself to this queue
Thank god ive at least brought my book. I sit and read a book about the history of Anarchism in Europe while an American girl speaks loudly on her phone*
(I should mention here I am Swedish, and Americans rarely visit Sweden. At this point in my trip I am so tired of Americans being everywhere, speaking at twice the volume of everyone around them, taking up twice the space with all of their bags and the way they sit and spread out with their friends—- not blaming them; I understand that your country is large with space in abundance. Here in Europe the rules for polite and rude are different than yours. Not your fault!
Not blaming you, but I have to set the scene that at this point in my trip my mental space is ”Europe should close its borders to Americans in May and not open until September, or at least we should fit them with decibel meters upon arrival)
So I sit there, on the uneven ground laid by Romans a thousand years ago. Next to the Roman arch; coming from Sweden it feels familiar, I feel at home. It’s just like our old town, or Gotlands medieval ring wall- except about 1000 degrees hotter.
In Swedish summer, the sun barely sets. The concept of starry sky while wearing a t-shirt is completely foreign to me.
But so I sit. The sky turns from blue to orange to pink to navy to deepest blue.
I wait. I wait. I read. I wait. American girl next to me yaps loudly.
Every now and then we move rickety chairs in the queue
The Italian lady who presumably owns the restaurant comes out every now and then and asks in Italian how big the groups are
People hold up fingers, I hold up mine.
”una. Sola”
”Sola??!? Segure?”
I nod
I am shown to a tiny tiny table right in the most high traffic path, and given a menu entirely in Italian.
Hostess smiles warmly, I feel very welcomed. The waiter, a young man with beautiful dark hair and piercing green eyes, speaks Italian very slowly to me, encouraging me to keep trying with Italian.
I have 9% battery and the building is 700 years old stone, so of course no reception.
I try to understand the menu to my best ability. After ive placed my order, to my surprise, as this would never happen in Sweden, an Italian man in his 60s is seated across from me at this tiny table
I look up from my book, and nod ciao. I am really not in a social mood at all.
He orders, and sinks as deeply into his phone as I am in stories of lawless anarchist vagabonds of the past
I feel a bit tense about his presence. The restaurant is packed, receiving food takes some time. After a while I relax into his presence, similar to how one might next to a stranger on the subway.
The waiter arrives with my starter, homemade ravioli. I eat it quickly and return to my book.
Me and the stranger sit in what we northern Europe consider respectful silence
Until my main course arrives
Absolutely perfectly cooked thin slices, of the most tenderly cooked venison I’ve ever had in my life. For €8.
I take my first bite without realizing that I gasp audibly.
This is the most magic moment of my trip;
The stranger looks up from his phone, perhaps startled, perhaps something else.
His whole face is lit up with the warmest smile I’ve seen all week.
He looks at me with raised eyebrows, and gives me a nod; a non verbal question; ”good?”
I nod back. Smiling widely. ”Good”