Ahh, the southern Italian, small town lifestyle. Calm, quiet and peaceful, right?
Well, not where I live it isn't. I have come to realise that Italians are not quiet people (well, duh). Nothing they do is done with low volume. And so when you live in a tiny little street (honestly, I can almost reach into my neighbours house) and are forced to have the windows open during these sticky summer months (yes, even September is warm), you have the 'pleasure' of hearing even the softest exclamation of 'mamma mia'. Not that that phrase is ever used softly, but hey.
Let me show you a little photo of my humble street:
And now let me inform you of some of the sounds that bounce around on a frequent basis in said humble little street:
babies screaming
children screaming
adults screaming
dogs barking
cats meowing
geckos...geckoing?
the jingle of the national weather report on tv (which goes something like this: duuum, du du du duuuum)
the 'glop' of pasta being served onto plates
women arguing
women shouting at each other
women shouting at men
men running away from the women
Gangnam Style
cars revving
motorbikes revving
one of those battery powered jeeps that kids have. I'm not saying I want to (I totally want to) but I may be forced to don a balaclava and remove the battery during the small hours of the morning. ('It was during a period of mental instability, your honour...')
hammering
power tools
power tools
more power tools
every single word of every single conversation that happens within 20 metres of my house
So yes, you could say that I'm not exactly living in the quietest area of town. However, there is an upside.
Yes, definitely an upside...
Not quite sure just yet what that upside is, but I'll be sure to let you all know as soon as I think of it. I suppose you could say that I'm getting a very realistic insight into how the southern Italians live. In all their shouty, power-tool abundant glory.
Have a great day folks! :D
Well, not where I live it isn't. I have come to realise that Italians are not quiet people (well, duh). Nothing they do is done with low volume. And so when you live in a tiny little street (honestly, I can almost reach into my neighbours house) and are forced to have the windows open during these sticky summer months (yes, even September is warm), you have the 'pleasure' of hearing even the softest exclamation of 'mamma mia'. Not that that phrase is ever used softly, but hey.
Let me show you a little photo of my humble street:
And now let me inform you of some of the sounds that bounce around on a frequent basis in said humble little street:
babies screaming
children screaming
adults screaming
dogs barking
cats meowing
geckos...geckoing?
the jingle of the national weather report on tv (which goes something like this: duuum, du du du duuuum)
the 'glop' of pasta being served onto plates
women arguing
women shouting at each other
women shouting at men
men running away from the women
Gangnam Style
cars revving
motorbikes revving
one of those battery powered jeeps that kids have. I'm not saying I want to (I totally want to) but I may be forced to don a balaclava and remove the battery during the small hours of the morning. ('It was during a period of mental instability, your honour...')
hammering
power tools
power tools
more power tools
every single word of every single conversation that happens within 20 metres of my house
So yes, you could say that I'm not exactly living in the quietest area of town. However, there is an upside.
Yes, definitely an upside...
Not quite sure just yet what that upside is, but I'll be sure to let you all know as soon as I think of it. I suppose you could say that I'm getting a very realistic insight into how the southern Italians live. In all their shouty, power-tool abundant glory.
Have a great day folks! :D
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