The Italian office
I’ve now been in Italy for a week. My Italian colleagues are very warm, friendly, relaxed and reliable. They’re genuinely keen on making me feel comfortable and seem to take every opportunity to make us feel at home.
I went to the physiotherapist yesterday for a 30mins massage during lunch. When I came back the whole team was asking about my neck and if I was feeling better, and if the treatment was what I had in mind. I was even escorted to my appointment. There is no doubt the Italians knows the concept of giving and taking and it’s in their nature to look after one anther. I suppose what goes comes around, like karma.
Breakfast here is strong coffee. I’ve already developed an addiction to café macchiato in the mornings, and it completely clears my nostrils. The caffeine high last all day, and I’m experiencing an enhanced oxygen intake from just one shot. It’s quite a rush for a standard herbal tea drinker. The drink combined with small talk around the coffee machine is the best way to get to know our Italian friends.
I’m already accustomed to a steep learning curve in the military – this International peace support mission is no different. However, at last I am in an environment where my creative skills and passion for communication is translated into real products. And it’s appreciated.
OK, better dash. I've been invited for dinner at my colleague and his wife’s house, and need to pick up a nice bottle of red on my way!
