When I married Matteo, I didn’t just gain a husband — I married into a big Italian family. This time I’m the one being folded in.
Come spend a completely normal day with me and Matteo’s family in Italy — no tourist stuff, no big events, just real daily life. We do laundry with his mom, share long lunches and dinners around the table, and walk the neighborhood to pick up groceries. It’s the small, ordinary stuff — and it’s exactly the kind of day that makes you feel like you actually belong.
For me, it’s also a glimpse of our future. Matteo and I are an Italian–American couple in Pittsburgh, saving toward a slower life in Italy, and days like this are what we’re building toward — seen from the inside.
If you’ve married into a family from a different culture, what made you finally feel like part of it? Tell me below. 🖤
Intractable by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license.
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Where does that family live?
It's the dryer that tightens the clothes, not the washing machine. If we can hang them out here, we prefer it to protect our clothes…
The name of the napoletan bakery is Scaturchio!
What if you Just tell you're american?
Do you think It's necessary tò under line your skin colour?
I meant, if you Blacks keep underlining that difference you keep feeling some sort of racism, am i wrong?
I had some american friends with gluteen problems and they moved to Italy. After some months they tried some small italian food not gluteen free and they didn't have any problems. To be short in 2-3 years they started to eat anything without problems. I don't know why. But this is what happened. Anyway my compliments for the video and the beautiful italian day.