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Italia Vista da un Brasiliano

First contact on Venice: amazed with all its grace!

First contact on Venice: amazed with all its grace!

Hello, good afternoon (here in Brazil now is around 4 o’clock), my name is Matheus Lucas, but also you can call me Max, or as the italians liked to name me: Matteo Lucca, hahahahahaha. I am 21 years young (because I don’t agree with the grammar, ordering to put “old” after the years, no no no), I live in Brazil, exactly in Sao Paulo (San Paolo) and this is a big city, for sure.

Let’s jump to the Italian contact faster, so, everything began 1 year ago, when I applied to work onboard ships, without the intention of a company in special, ‘cuz I had another objectives to reach by that time, so I began my process with Costa Crociere and an agency here in Brazil.

The date of sailing for me was released in June, where I needed to take the ship in Germany, Kiel specifically, onboard the vessel Costa Pacifica. I didn’t hear a lot about ship’s structure and how they really were, but for the very first time that I’ve seen this one, goshhh, was insane: big, luxurious, imponent and if it was just a friend of the seas, not a thing that’s above the water just.

Walking around on Domenica in Savona

Walking around on Domenica in Savona

For this time, we didn’t have a lot of Italian passengers onboard, but all the officers, staff and, obviously the captain were italians. And I had one goal inside my head too: learn italian in that season!

With the primary contact of them, I realized the rumours: they talk moving their hands sooooooo much and for my culture, it seems like they are angry and screaming all the time, like if the term rude would apply to them perfectly. But not, I also realized that this is just they behaviour and our sight of them were wrong. My first Italian friend was a girl very special that talked Portuguese perfectly, and I imagined that she was Brazilian, but again not, and she taught me things in italian and talked about her place.

Running to know all I could about Roma: Pope, Colossal building and, obviously: Metro >.<

Running to know all I could about Roma: Pope, Colossal building and, obviously: Metro >.<

Then, I began to take classes of italian, with an italian teacher, that was kind of funny and helpfull, but after few months, his classes were a little exclusive for staff category, and was hard to understand why. And after beginning with the classes, I could immerge in their culture more, as we were moving to Italy, a place that choked me with it’s potential of bringing people all over the world every single day.

I thought that the appearance of the italians were like from the mexicans, but they are more likely brazilians, the big part of them at least, ‘cuz they are orange (sun’s fault, as they like to tanning when the sun comes out), their noses are thin and makes their eyes more valuables and even nowadays I think they are screaming when they are talking, but it doesn’t matter now (or does it?).

First watch over COLOSSEO: but, gosh, did the romans use metal on their creation that time? hahahahahaha

First watch over COLOSSEO: but, gosh, did the romans use metal on their creation that time? hahahahahaha

The first city that I reached was Savona, and I’ve been to Civitavecchia, Roma, Napoli, Palermo, Bari, Trieste, Venezia. Each of these cities has it’s special way to make us surprise with their own attractives and beauties. In Cicitavecchia, for example, we could go to Roma, that is quite near and doesn?t spend to much time to arrive, something like, in maximum, one hour and a half, but is totally worth to know. In Civitavecchia, there was some good beachs, stores of all kinds and a very pacific city, if you go there and don’t take a photo under “Il bacio del mare” you will loose a great opportunity of create creative photos. To go to Roma from there, you need to go the Termini station, buy a ticket that costs something like 10 euros or less, and enjoy the comfortable train and the views, by the way, you need to validate the ticket inside the train in a station that will enter a worker to validate it, otherwise you will pay a “fine”.

Inside of the greatness: Don?t Stop Believing #LoveLiveHistory

Inside of the greatness: Don?t Stop Believing #LoveLiveHistory

That time I was already speaking Italian, and was easier to find the things and places. The first time I went to Roma, I went alone, ‘cuz we don’t have too much time available to wait for the others unfortunately on the ship. When I arrived at Roma, I was completely lost, ‘cuz I didn’t have a map or internet, but here in Brazil we have a famous dictatorial: “Whose has mouth, Rome goes” and that happened to me fully. I remember that I got confused with the Monuments and I asked to a man inside of a newspaper stand: “Where’s the Pisa tower sir?”. He laughed of my face, and I ran away but didn’t give up of finding what I really wanted: the Colosseo!

Corridors of the past: live touch with ancestors :O

Corridors of the past: live touch with ancestors :O

Then, I took the metro system of the city and It’s very similar with the system we have in Sao Paulo here. I found some brazilians that helped me with the informations of the stations, although they were a couple and the boy was like: get out of here and my girl, hahahahahahaha. Then, finally I reached the Colosseo’s station, and I won’t never forget my first vision of the monument: Great, Powerful, Incandescent, Huge, Attractive, Magnificent, etc, etc. I can not explain these sensations, but it’s like when you realize a dream, so you guys know what I’m talking about (I hope so). And they were reforming the stadium, but it didn’t push away the big line of tourist that were waiting under the hot sun and vendors of souvenir all over the place; fortunately, I learnt how to deal with queues on the ship: having friends there for you! Specifically that time, I didn’t notice that there were some Indonesians friends in the queue, and God blessed me with their help, and I could enter at Colosseo and realize my dream. I’m still in ecstasy if you wanna know, it’s just a frenzy that your inner emotions can’t deny.

Meglio Angolo: Waiting for the Masks Carnival

Meglio Angolo: Waiting for the Masks Carnival

Another special city that dispenses any presentation is Venezia: warm, organized, crazy, romantic, friendly and perfect to take some shots around with the friends, family, lover, whatever, even with your enemy. I passed there several times, and each time offered different sensations, but all carried me to one feeling: admiration! The last time I was there I couldn’t bye the famous mask of venice, of the carnival, but I enjoyed an awesome Pizza with an Italian that loved brazilians, and gave a good welcome for us on his Diner, resulting in a good experience. Taking the Gondola, it’s indescribable! You will feel like inside of the photos from where the people are happy and hypnotized by the magic of the views in the travel agencies all over the world.

Enjoying the stores (and spending some dollars, by the way, :P )

Enjoying the stores (and spending some dollars, by the way, :P )

By the way, why do the Italians like so much brazilians, and at the same time we like them (just… like)? Maybe it has with the immigration, language, lovers, style of moving the hands when we all talk, etc, etc. I have so many friends that dated italians, and one thing I can say: italian man are not secure enough with the girls, ‘cuz I loose one girl due this fact, that I have made a friendship too much before they begin to date, but, I can’t generalize this action, but also this situation happened another times with BrazilxItalia couples, I don’t know, that was what they passed with their way to see the world by that point of view.

Vaticano: a country inside of a church

Vaticano: a country inside of a church

One of the things that I regret a little too is loosing a contact of an Italian family that wanted me working and living with them and as a plus travelling knowing Italy. Maybe this succeeded because didn’t mean to be that way, so I’m relieved for it. She invited to live with them, take care of their children (2, one boy and a girl, around 5 years each and educated), receiving in Euro, not wasting with necessities and consecutive days-off. Ohhh, would be great, but it didn’t go on (meant not to be).

So here, I leave one advice: if you go to Italy someday, visit all the places, meet all the people and eat all the pizza from Naples that you can! Keep travelling, helping the people, doing your best, being happy, having faith in God and love as long as you do your trips.

Spasibo, Grazie Mille.
Ci vediamo sull’Italia oppure Brasile.
Ciao / Tchau

Author: Matheus Lucas

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