The Art of Patience Italian-Style

Sep 16, 2021 444

BY: Paula Reynolds

I can recall more than one incident of tap-tapping my foot on Italian pavement, repeatedly checking my watch as an exasperated sigh escaped my lips. The orario (schedule) said the train was to depart at 13.15 – where is it? More than once, I’ve twisted my head, owl-like, in a trattoria as I searched for my waiter, struggling to squelch rising impatience …where is il conto (the check), per favore e grazie?

For many Americans, patience is far from being a virtue. Not to shirk personal responsibility, but society primes us to view anything less than perceived efficiency as too slow. 

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