Punctuating the experience and some favourite photos

I promised in Hong Kong airport, en route for Brisbane, that I would post one more blog about our six month Rome adventure.

Now, nearly eight weeks later, I sense that I am in a position to sum up my reactions to this year.

Maybe my re-orientation to Australia and the way Rome has changed some of my outlook on life is typified in my reaction to coffee. I lasted four days drinking 'ordinary' coffee before buying my own expresso machine. Now I drink but one coffee each day but that is my own version of an expresso.

The daily coffee ritual, the late night magnificent pasta dishes, the shopping in small 'bites' at grocery shops and markets, the joy of walking almost everywhere ... all these are the quintessential Roman building blocks for what is a relaxing and perhaps a slightly decadent life. We were fortunate to have had a pleasant and secure apartment with a lovely landlady; to have had an interesting work and social life that provided contacts with delightful and interesting people; and, in some respects, to have had the advantage of the knowledge that we had six months to make the most of it.

When we first left Brisbane in the 70s we went to Cairns, supposedly for a twelve month stint before moving on (we stayed for 15 months in fact). A good friend advised us that whenever we moved we should consider that we would only remain for 12 months. Then you will be, in part, a tourist and do all of the things that you should do when you are fresh. The alternative leads one to always put off things for the ephemeral future. And then you depart after so many years and have yet to do these important things.

Life for an Italian is different of course. It is impertinent of me to suppose that I know what makes an Italian tick after so short a time but I will chance a few observations.

I suspect that most Italians are conservative insofar as if something worked last year, why change it. If I worked successfully as a waiter at this restaurant last year then why do something else. If a shop paid its way last year, decorated and stocked as it was, why move or expand it this year. So the waiter works all his life in the same restaurant, with the same menu and the same tables. The hardware shop sits where it sat 30 years previously. Change is not generally valued in Rome. This is not a city prone to faddishness although fashion is an important industry and mobile phones and computers are at least as popular here as anywhere else.

Some people think that Italians are rude. Indeed, in Rome they have to put up with loads of visitors and I guess the novelty would quickly wear thin. Not that Australians are always paragons of considerateness, but they generally seem to be aware that they may be standing in a doorway that you need to pass through and will step back. Romans do not seem to have that awareness but will obligingly step back once you say “excuse me”. So I think that this is a lack of awareness, an ignorance of the problem. On the contrary, Romans seem to be very welcoming and warm.

The “not-done” items on the bucket list? Well our circumstances did not really allow me much time off to explore the rest of Italy or any of its neighbours. Although not an immediate attraction, driving in Italy seemed a possibility and we survived a three day weekend to Tuscany. So I would now be prepared to drive and explore the roads “less travelled”.

The language and cultural issues are really not an issue for us but on the contrary, something that we really enjoy.

We have been blessed in recent years with some wonderful travels and we have learnt a great deal. This particular odyssey has certainly come to an end but life goes on and we still think of Homer.

Arrivederci – cosi basta (that's enough)