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Leaving Italy behind I wondered how it would be for R. to live in a country with such different traditions; amongst these, food.

You may know that food is a very important part of the daily life in Italy. It’s gotta be good: fresh, tasty and preferably homemade.

La “nona” cooked twice a day for the family. Would it be a shock to move to the Netherlands, so far away from grandma’s ravioli, her fantastic torta verde and the espresso they always have after dinner?

What we found coming here surprised me. The Italian community is vivid: I encounter Italian people everyday. Therefore there are lots of restaurants, where most of the newcomers work to make a living. R. is one of them.

We made some friends here, some good ones, the ones you know you will be in touch with for a long time. They are the most passionate about food, about traditions, simple living and homemade.

After work we meet, have a beer and then, at 1 am, when most people are drunk or tispy, usually crowling home after a night of fun. We stay another while and then slowly walk to one of our friends home. Getting to know each other’s regions is the favorite pasttime. The regions are so variegated and there are tons of differences.

Arrived at S.’s place we sit on the couch, talk ad talk, until at some point between 2 and 3 am S says “Are you hungry?” and in 10 minutes he makes a good spaghetti con panna e funghi.

My worry of R. maybe not feeling at home in a new country disappeared, making place for new friendships and new passions.