Kimberly Menozzi and... Living on Italian Time
There are many things to adjust to when you move abroad. Most of these things I was prepared for: different food, different clothing styles and of course, a different language. There was, however, something I wasn't ready for at all in Italy: a different way of being "on time". I don't mean the way we say the time - although, in some ways, that's different, too - no, I mean the idea of when to show up for something, such as when to arrive for a party, a meeting, a dinner with friends or a walk around town. I'm an American, of course, and so I'm generally used to being on time for things. I can't stand being late (that's not because I'm American, that's just because I'm, well, me ), and I always do my best to be on time or even early when possible. But in Italy, somehow it never quite works out that way. Here's an example: You tell a friend "Let's meet at my house at eight and we'll go to dinner," and they say &q