Missin' the Twang!

After three days of unreliable Pisa bus lines which have led to, walking to work, complaining without stopping, Being driven to work, missing my morning coffee, waiting for 40 minutes, giving mean looks, and possibly saying some qualified curse words.

Due to this lack of respect for people that live 4kilometers from work, I am missing home more and more. I cannot wait for Christmas to arrive, to hear country music on the radio, and to see family face to face.

Now, I do happen to have many Italian students reading this blog. Please do not be offended by the fact that I am missing home. As Dorothy said in the Wizard of Oz, "There's no place like home."

I also want to introduce everyone to what my family's culture is. Before moving to Italy, I did not think my family had much of a culture, but after spending so much time away, I realize the hard working, free spirit, buck hunting, plaid wearing, truck driving, stew eating, twang talking people have a culture that I very much fit into. I want to show this video, if English is not your first language please note the one in plaid represents my family. The one with a beard is Babbo Natale (Santa Claus)

 

I am becoming more and more proud of the touch of twang I was raised with. Although Italy is what I have and want in my life right now, no way can I forget the roots.