From the first few days arriving in Florence I began to notice the slow pace at which people walked. I understand this seems like a relatively small challenge to adapt to but with slow walking being a pet peeve of mine I immediately took notice of it. Along with the slow pace, Italians do not have much spatial awareness in the street. They are constantly stopping on the sidewalk and not noticing when those around them can’t get by. In kindergarten we learn to stay right when passing someone on the sidewalk, here in Florence this doesn’t exist. People stand their ground in the middle of the sidewalk and wait for you to move. Though these differences are small and not very hard to overcome with some patience, I think they symbolize a greater cultural difference that I have had to adapt to and am learning to embrace. Italians take life at a slower pace and with less structure. Not only are they never in a rush but they savor their meals and drinks, and restaurants don’t prioritize turning as many tables over as fast as they can. Instead it is more about the experience, socializing, and taking in the environment.
This shift in pace has extended beyond just walking and dining. In the classroom, this slower pace is evident. I have found that Professors (especially my Italian ones) emphasize discussion and exploration of ideas rather than rushing through a syllabus. I really like this form of class time. It is cool to hear from the other students and my professors on what we are learning as we all come from different cultures and schools, taking on different perspectives. While most of the time I appreciate the depth of engagement, occasionally I find myself craving a bit more organization. To adapt to this, I take notes throughout the discussions and make sure to review whatever materials we are given extra thoroughly on my own. This way I stay on top of the material even when the structure feels looser then I’m used to.
Outside of my classes, living independently in a new country has led to some little adjustments as well. While I was used to a certain level of independence at home, being in a foreign country without familiar routines or easily accessible resources and support has pushed me to problem solve and further live like a local. Navigating Florence life – whether it’s figuring out how to call a taxi rather than an Uber, understanding the grocery store etiquette, or maintaining my patience when it comes to using drying racks and clothes lines to dry my clothes – has been a learning experience. At first, I definitely felt a little overwhelmed by the little tweaks I would have to make to my routines, but with time, trial and error, and being in it together with my roommates, I’ve found my footing.
Overall, adapting to Florence’s culture has been a mix of challenges and valuable lessons. While I may still get frustrated when I can’t easily weave through a crowded sidewalk, I am beginning to appreciate the intentionality behind the slower, more mindful way of life. It’s teaching me patience, flexibility, and the importance of embracing the present moment.
