"Worlds Best Lovers" The Italians Vs The French

Ciao a tutti amici!

I had to write about this. It does seem to be a popular topic of much discussion and never ending debate among women of the world.

First I have to add a disclaimer. I if have been, or decide to, do actual hands on research on this topic, I WILL NOT be blogging about it. You will have to buy the book! Besides my mom is reading this! I am leaving out any names of actual people, to honor my information sources. Also, I apologize in advance if anyone is offended by this. So sorry.

I do have to admit that the first time I heard about this debate was just last year, when I was planning my first visit here. My youngest daughter Sarah says to me, “You know mom, Italians make the best lovers.” I asked her why this was so and she says “Well I hear that it is because their mothers teach them respect for women AND I hear that they are naturally well equipped!” hahaha.

So me being the curious type, who often does research on the topics of my curiosity, I did an internet search. I found dozens of women’s forums and blogs where this topic was being debated. According to what I read in these forums It seems like the Italians have a close competitor for the title of “Worlds Best Lover” and that is the French. Also I found this debate over “World Best Lovers” among astrologers around the world. In the astrological world, the top competitors are the Scorpio vs the Taurus.

So this has been small a part of the opinion poll I have been doing as I have discussions with women from around the world, and a few men too.

One women I asked about this said that she has had one of each and they were both good. One just smiled that enigmatic smile of the Mona Lisa. One of my male Italian friends said that this is “just a myth”. Another women agreed with him and added that despite their reputation, Italian men are all talk! She also added that it was not the Italian men at all that were the best lovers. She claims the title should go to the Greek men. As she explained her reasons for this knowing, she did the dance of the Greek men. I have to admit… it was quite… sensual.

One thing I have to say from personal experience. Italian men are beautiful and very sweet. But I also find them to be, well… a little bit fickle and very late! Example: I was invited for a coffee the other day and I said yes. No harm in that. We decided where to meet later in the day, I showed up a few minutes late myself. I waited 20 minutes and decided that was long enough and left. I saw the man the next day and he apologized for being a half hour late. I threw my hands up and said “oh well, thanks for the invitation anyway” and walked away. I guess it is a mixed bag and the debate will go on.

* I want to say to my Italo-male friends, you better work a little bit harder on this or you will lose this reputation to the French… or the Greek.

** And to my American male friends, I don’t mean to offend you… but it seems that among the women of the world… like in Soccer, you are not even considered a competitor! What’s up with that?!?

Blessings:
- The Laptop has finally arrived!!! Thanks goes AGAIN to my Guardian Angel Enzo! No more Internet Café expense! It only took the Poste Italiane 12 days to get it 100 miles to me by Express Post. Ha ha ha. Twice I have sent packages from Garberville to Bari, 6500 miles and it only took 10 days.
- Mediterra Environmental Conference. The conference was amazing! As soon as I arrived they loved me up and gave me a “Hostess” badge. I learned so much and made many friends and contacts there. I was pulled in by the dancers that were part of the entertainment and taught to dance the traditional dance the “Pizzica”. And no, it has nothing to do with pizza. I was even on the local evening news dancing with them! Great fun!
- The train ride from Lecce to Otranto. Riding mass transit here is a little scary and unsure. But the train from Lecce to Otranto is a beauty. One old car, that crosses over the most beautiful of ancient agricultural landscapes stopping at many tiny towns and remote stations. I took many photos. Otranto by the way, is the end of the line. The tracks stop right outside of town here. The train car, which has a drivers cabin on both ends, just switches direction and goes back the way it came.

Curses:
- No more internet café. I hated the expense, but loved the music and the youthful crowd that hangs out there.
- The economy seems to be taking a major dive… all over the world. Seems it is the major news story here and everywhere. As the rich get even richer! I think I will make it home okay now, but it looks like some hard times for all of us in the coming months.

This is a perfect time to get out in the sun and plant your garden!

I also wanted to note that no one here in Italy uses clothes dryers. Everyone hangs their laundry out. I will continue this practice when I get home. Not only will it save money and make the clothing last longer, it will save energy too. Just think if everyone in America stopped using clothes dryers how good that would be for the environment. One step closer to solving the problem of global warming! Another important lesson that I am learning here has been to use less of everything… less soap, less shampoo, less time online, less coffee, etc… Why did it take me so long to learn this?

Every SINGLE DROP of resources counts.

It is so nice to be able to type this up at home, with more time to choose my words and make corrections. I have been able to write 7 letters already that I needed to write including one to British Airways. They have still not contacted me about the claim I filed (4 weeks now) for reimbursement of the funds I had to put out due to my misplaced luggage.

Una più benedizione. La mia lingua l’italiano é motlo meglio ora, lentamente e veramente.

Io vado per scuola ora! Ti amo a tutti.