After several days in Venice, one
of the aspects of the city that most strikes me is the flexible and relaxed
attitude towards life. This attitude is reflected predominantly in the food
culture and the city layout. Eating in Venice follows a completely different
set of rules than eating in the United States. Rules that reflect the cultural
differences include the following: do not eat or drink while walking, do not
pay until after eating or drinking (even for beverages or snacks in a café or
bar), do not rush your meal and leave an establishment too soon, never imply or
ask whether the food is not fresh or imported. All of these rules center around
the profound importance that food quality and food experience have in Venetian
culture. Food is a time to appreciate an art form and to enjoy the company of
others. For that reason, it is rude to rush your meal, walk while eating, hurry
the payment process, or suggest that the food is not made with top quality or
local ingredients. This conflicts with the food culture in the United States,
which centers around immediate payment and a brisk pace, even multitasking
while eating. In the United States, eating while walking is an efficient way to
fulfill a daily necessity while progressing towards the next activity. In
Venice, food is not merely a necessity, but a way to stop and enjoy the moment.
Just as the food culture in Venice
reflects the relaxed attitude towards life, so does the city layout itself. In
Venice, punctuality is evasive and firm directions are nearly impossible. It is
all too easy to get lost among the narrow, twisting streets. Traveling in
Venice requires a general sense of direction and a calm attitude towards the
unknown, contrasting with the precision of the majority of city layout and
travel. To enjoy the experience of wandering Venice, one must abandon the idea
of constant bearings and allow Venice to create whatever journey it has in mind
that day.
In Venice, the beauty of the
experience lies not in striving to achieve a goal or finding a set number of
sites, but rather in appreciating whatever treasure the city chooses to reveal
in that moment. In setting out for pizza, one can stumble upon the most
delectable of triofe pasta with smoked salmon and artichoke cream sauce; in
searching for a gelato shop, one can discover the charm of seeing Venetian boys
kicking a soccer ball against a gothic façade in an otherwise empty campo,
surrounded by their echoing laughter. The beauty of Venice ultimately lies in
forgetting direction and intention, in abandoning oneself to the immediate
moment and unexpected joy.