All the roads lead to Rome.... has a new meaning today

Everyone's heard the saying “All the roads lead to Rome”. While normally that is considered to mean that...well... all road lead to Rome, at least in the time when all roads were actually build by the Romans. Then all roads literally lead to Rome. Today this saying has maybe a bit different meaning..

My definition is a bit different. Yes I admit that my road as well has lead to Rome, well total of 3 times. This time a bit longer time, for some 5 months. After one month in Rome I have noticed the biggest problem in Rome. No it is not the mafi... you know what I mean... but it's the roads. All those roads that lead to Rome.

There is some 8 million people leaving in Rome. Seems that all those 8 million have a car... well maybe not all of them, since it is not legal for children to drive (some do anyways I know). The roads in Rome are ancient, some from literally from first century C.E. Unlike in Toronto where roads are literally straight... and tens of kilometers directly to one way... none of the roads in Rome are straight. Maybe that is the reason why the traffic in Rome is so bad, so slow.

Last Saturday it took us 1 hour to driver some 35 km, to the other side of Rome. Sure there was a Juventus and Lazio (Rome) finals football-match. Sure we did not know that when we head on our way. We did see that the traffic on the motorway was standing still, so we took to the small-roads... with the others who thought the same way. On the way back home late in the evening it only took some 30 minutes for the same trip.

If you want to get from A to B in Rome, you might have to take two or three buses, a metro and maybe a train. Journeying for just some 25-35 km inside Rome can take as long as 2 hours. So make sure that you live next to or near your work/school. You don't want to spend 3-4 hours a day in public transportation. While you are on your way, have a book with you, to use your time more wisely. Anyways you'll be exhausted when you come home after all that Journeying, so you don't have energy to do much reading at home for sure.

Metrolines are good in Rome, but unfortunately there are only 2 lines, the A and the B lines. It is not like in most big cities where metro-lines cover most of the city. In Rome that is not happening. One metro goes from West to East and one from South-West to North-East. Also metros stop working at 9pm except on Saturdays. So they do not help much when you are traveling home in the evening time. No wonder people here have their own cars... just to be able to get home in the evenings.

Also another very Roman thing is to strike. Bus strikes are very common. You don't want to get stuck on the other side of the city on a day where there is a strike, so take a habit of checking out from www.atac.roma.it pages in case there is a strike for the buses. On a strike-day the busses normally run in the morning and again from 4 to 8pm. During the day or late evening you are on your own.. literally. No buses so you better make sure you are home in time! I once almost didn't make it home. Would have been nice to walk 10km in the evening. Most likely I would have gotten lost on the way... That road would not have lead to Rome...

The traffic is something that controls the life of people in Rome. It is as usual topic here as the weather is in England... You might have a plan what to do for the day and then the traffic changes your plans totally. You never know how your day turns out to be, it all depends on the traffic... all those roads leading to Rome...

Visiting the Vatican Museum and Sistine Chapel

Through several movies I've become accustomed to hearing about the Sistine Chapel. Seeing it once in their life seems to be the dream of many people fascinated with art. Well art is certainly one thing Rome has a lot. Even thou I've been in Rome twice before this longer stay, I never had visited the Sistine Chapel in Vatican Museum. Sure I had been in Vatican several times, and in St. Peters Basilica as well several times, but never in the Vatican Museum. So now finally I went for a visit.

Since I knew there is normally a long queue inside the Museum, we got our tickets beforehand from the Internet. Sure there are other ways to get pass the line, that is if you take one of the guided tours that are offered everywhere, but especially outside the St. Peters Basilica (or on the road from the Basilica to the Museum. Good to know is that you need to be at the Museum early in the morning, since at least winter time the Museum closes already at 13.45.

Since the Museum is huge it will take several hours just to WALK it through. Yes WALK IT THROUGH, it is quite impossible to see it all. The amount of treasures they have in the Museum is indescribable. You cannot imagine it all before you have seen it. How the church came to have such riches is of cause another story. It does make you wander is it justified for the Vatican to have such riches when so many people – even in Rome – are living in such poor conditions. And when you consider that the riches were accumulated in times when people were even more poor than today. Many of the churches in Rome were financed originally by robbing the poor, yes selling certificates for poor people so that they could buy off from hell one of their dead-loved-one. And at the same time these unfortunate poor ones could not afford to feed their children. This is exactly what Martin Luther (that time Roman Catholic Priest) was shocked about and started his reformation. The reason why the Northern Europe is mainly Lutheran nowadays. With this money many of the Churches were build and money accumulated to the Church. Of cause many of the items in the possession of the church were also acquired through wars and “taxation”. So you could say that seeing the riches in Vatican just gives an additional proof of these methods being used earlier.

The Sistine Chapel has an interesting history. Not only did the painting of the Chapel took many years to paint (and Michelangelo was painting lying down and his arm raised up), but the paintings themselves were very controversial. Not only were there many naked persons on the paintings. So many that it was considered shocking when the Chapel was opened. The naked persons almost got the whole Chapel being demolished. But one of the popes saw the value of the Chapel. The many naked persons were given “given some clothing”, so their private parts were painted over.

I must say the Chapel is bigger than I thought it would be. Quite much bigger. Well maybe that was good since the whole Chapel was full of people. Some of the paintings were easily identified, but many were non-Biblical, but had images of pagan “persons”. Quite fitting when you think that the Chapel is in the Vatican, the place where so many pagan statues, paintings and artwork have their home. How fitting to have the Sistine Chapel - “Mother of all the chapels” to be the home of pictures of pagan features. Was the Chapel worth seeing? Well at least for the sake of it's history, yes it was very interesting. It did brought again the point how paganism and “Christianity” has mixed in the Ancient Rome. This mixture still exists of cause today!

One thing that Vatican is trying hard to conceal is the name of God in the St. Peters Basilica. Name Jehovah (or tetragramaton JHWH) appear twice in the St. Peters Basilica. You will find it from the last-right-corner in the Basilica, where you see white statue with an Angel, with a “star” in it's head. On the head you'll see the JHWH Hebrew letters, which means Jehovah. The second place is on the left-side where you'll see a big painting of the high-priest. The high-priest has the tetragramaton JHWH again in his head. Funny thing is that Vatican istrying to hide these two places, by using a bad lighting and walls to restrict the access to these areas. The tetragramaton is also in the Vatican Museum in a ceiling-painting of Moses. Why is Vatican so adamant of hiding God's name? Rome is definitely a place where God's name is prominently present, no matter how much Vatican has tried to destroy the evidence of God's name.

Didn't think I'd be “Winter-swimming” in Italy

One of my hobbies in Finland has been winter-swimming. Yes swimming in an icy-cold-water, the sea, in the middle of winter. Sometimes in a cold as -1 Celcius sea-water. Few winters I did winter-swimming regularly, two-three times a week. But I did not think I'd be winter-swimming in Italy....

After almost one month in Italy , I'm getting used to it that hot water is not a certainty! Two weeks ago I already experienced the electricity “shortage” when the fuse got burned and I had to wash my hair in a cold water. Yesterday I had a bath in an icy-cold water. How did this happen?

I went for a run in the neighborhood, after which I wanted to do some cleaning, since it's my cleaning turn this week. After all that sweating... running and cleaning... I finally got the water in the bath running.

Don't you just love hot baths? I do!!! In Finland most houses have thrown away their bathtubs and replaced it with a shower. I personally loved the bathtub when I was a kid. Nothing as nice as a long hot bath – with bubbles of cause.

Well here in Italy I finally have a bathtub! I'm going to enjoy it I thought! But it's not that easy in Italy!!! Once I was ready to go to my hot bath... I dipped my hand into the water and help.. it was icy-cold. NO HOT WATER!!! Well I needed to wash my hair again and I needed to get of the dust and sweat so I had not choice, but to use the cold water to wash my hair first and then dip into the icy-cold water... to have my "winter-swimming" experience from Italy...

Why was there only cold water? Something to do with the fuse-boxes again I believe... a bit too complicated for me.... too many fuse-boxes... When my roommate got home, she was wondering why we don't have hot water and why is the heating not on. She cried out joking... “All I ask after a hard day is that there is hot water and heating”.... Me personally have gotten used to the cold rooms and don't so much mind if there is hot water or not. Done that, been there.... and little bit of humor on the way will help you not to take it too seriously!

A friend said that I've been tested by Rome... well since I've done winter swimming willingly in icy-cold-water, then I can do without hot water occasionally in Rome! Just for the joy of being here...

Trying to send post packages in Italy...

Some of the things I have taken for granted and never really thought of how well things work in my home country. One of those things is the postal services. Earlier in Finland most post offices closed at 5pm with a few exceptions of post offices that were open until 7pm. But then came a big new change and some of the small post offices were closed and their functions were given to regular grocery-stores and small shops.

The hole Finland seemed to be in chaos. People almost revolted for this new procedure. Sure at first there were some missing posts - yours truly filled a document telling the authorities that I was moving - that document never got to the authorities and still today I have the wrong moving-day in their files. But now I have come to accustom to the fact that I can take care my post matters until 9pm in the evening in the near-by store - Collect my post-packages, send post and so forth.

Also Finns seem to be postcard people, postcards are sold EVERYWHERE. Literally everywhere, kiosks, food stores, department stores, post office, bookstores and so forth, every place sells a good quantity of different types of postcards. Never really thought of it before I came to Rome.

2 weeks ago I was desperately trying to find some postcards here in Rome. Postcards that would not read "Buon Compleanno" (Happy birthday). Hmmm.. didn't do that well in finding another type of postcards. I went shopping in a big  shopping mall, with several stores, but could not find a regular postcard. Carrefour shop had only those Compleanno -postcards. The bookstore had NO POSTcards at all, strange I thought. So the hole shopping mall had only Happy Birthday cards. Ok, I'll try from downtown tomorrow I though.

Next day I finally found a bookstore downtown and found a few postcards without text. Great, one thing done, another to go...

Finding a postcard is one thing, but completely another issue is sending postpackages in Italy. I did that twice last week. Let me tell you about it...

First you need to find a post office that is actually open after 2pm - I mean who makes it in the post before 2pm anyway. After I found one some 400 meters away from my home I decided to walk to the post office. But my roommate said that there is no road to walk to the huge shopping mall area practically next-door. The only way to access the shopping mall is by car. Even with bus there is only one bus from downtown Rome... WHAT????????????????????? No way to enter a shopping mall that is just 400 meters away. That is crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But being a Finn, I don't give up that easily. So way I went - WALKING - to the nearby shopping mall, since that is were the post office is. Sure I got a few strange looks from the cars passing by, while I WAS WALKING IN THE DITCH... Sure the few cars that saw me passing a busy motorway did not quite get it why I was there ON THEIR ROAD. But I made it in the end and found the post office.

So in I went to the postoffice and waited for my turn to come... and by the way there is ALWAYS A LOT OF PEOPLE WAITING at the post office in Italy. My turn came and I explained in English that I need a big envelope and I need to send something to a friend. Way he went to fetch someone that can speak English. In the end I finally got the package on it's way....

Then another day I needed to send a package to Holland and again I went to the post office (different one this time... with no crossing motorways) to send the package abroad. Guess how many papers I had to fill in... 3 documents.. all with the same details, sender and receiver. 3 times or actually 4 times since I had to add the same details on the envelope I purchased from the post-office. All this time while I'm writing these same details the postman was waiting, waiting and waiting. And the queue behind me was waiting, waiting and waiting. I thought to myself that if they would have one paper to fill then this hole process would be faster and both the post-officer and the people would not have to wait for so long.

This ordeal of trying to find a postcard made me decide one thing... next time I see nice postcards - I WILL BUY THEM IMMEDIATELY! Just to make sure I don't have to search for them again...

Washing hair in the dark....

Funny thing happened yesterday evening. I was home alone around 8pm (I share the flat with 3 friends since appartments are big in Italy and way too expensive for one to rent by themselves). I went to wash my hair in the bathtub, when all of a sudden the lights went off. There I was in the total darkness... home alone... and only cold water came from the shower (since no electricity to warm the water)... hmm... I thought, I'm sure it will come back soon. So after a quick rinse of my hair (in the dark and cold...) I got off the bath.

I went to explore where the fuse-box might be (after just 2 weeks in my new home I am not quite sure where everything is yet... at least when it is dark and I have to go around in darkness) and found it in the hall near the entrance. The lights were on outside our door so I knew it is only in our flat that has no electricity. But all fuses were fine to my knowledge (or at least what I could see in the dark...). So I thought maybe there is another one of these boxes in the other part of the flat (flat is quite big and has two kitchens etc). But since it was dark I would never find it I thought. I had some battery left in my computer so I thought I'll watch something from the internet to keep me occupied while waiting for the others to come home.

So I waited for some 2 hours and finally I thought I'll go and ask help from my new friend upstairs.. at least he would speak English. So I went upstairs and rang the doorbell and an old man - I've never seen before - opened the door.. uuupps.. wrong door. I managed to tell my business in Italian and he came back with me.. in his pajamas... But he could not find the problem either. So I rang to one of my roommates and she was just coming home soon. After she arrived she could not find the problem either. We tried to call the owners of the house but it was 11pm by then and they were not answering. We send them an sms to explain what is happening and decided to go to sleep since there was nothing else we could really do - in the dark... luckily I had bought myself a hot-water-bottle earlier and luckily there were gas-stowe in the kitchen, that I could get the bottle full of hot-water. Since no electricity meant - no heating! So I went to sleep early, 11 pm, with the help of Melatonin to make me sleep at this early hour... and with the company of the hot-water-bottle to keep me warm.

In the morning still no electricity so no work either then... so I got myself some warm clothing and blankets and hot tea and did some reading on my sofa while waiting for the electricians. They finally came around 11am with the house-owner. Seems the fuse in the fuse-box had burned from the back-end, there was a big hole in one of the fuses. The electricians said that it was an old model and were wondering who ever put it there in the first place. Well that might explain the common problems with the electricity my roommates have experienced in this flat.

One of my roommates said today that I am being tried by "Life in Rome".  Seems that Live in Rome is full of waiting and stress and problems, but you must take them with humor and content, otherwise you'll go crazy with waiting and things not going according to your plans. I'll take these incidents are new experiences that I can take humor from. Positivie attitude is the key of things not getting to you, but for the things bringing a smile to your face! Welcome to the Middle Ages - to Rome!

My meeting with Silvio Berluscone

Before I came to Rome, I decided I would use this special opportunity to get to know Rome in and out. I knew that if I would not make specific effort from the beginning then the time would just run out of my hands and I would have been in Rome for almost 5 months and still would not have explored the city. So I decided that each week I would use some of my Saturday or Sunday exploring the city. Going from one area to another little by little. And exploring I mean not seeing the normal sites - Pantheon, Trevi Fountain, Colosseum, Spanish Steps etc - those I've seen many times already. And those sites I would have to explore with all my friends that would come for a visit. No, I want to explore those not so often visited places. That is what I will explore, during my time in Rome.

You might wonder what does this all have to do with me meeting Silvio Berluscone... but hold on a while and let me tell you how I got there in the first place...

So with this idea of exploring the city, I set out to the city last week Saturday. I wanted to see the Asian Market near Piazza Vittorio Emmanuel II. It is one metro stop from Termini Station, but I wanted to walk since the hole point was exploring. Asian Market is in Esquilinus area where you'll also find the Santa Maria Maggiore Church (according to a friend this is the most powerful of all the Vatican churches in Rome...). It has the most beautiful roofs ever. I remember seeing an image of that roof somewhere and wondering where is that building. You can imagine my surprise when I found the roof when entering the church. Didn't know it is there!

 

Santa Maria Maggiore Church Rome Italy

From the Santa Maria Maggiore it is just a short walk to the Piazza Vittorio Emmanel II and from there you'll find the Asian Market one block away on the left side of the Piazza.

I went to the Market to see if I could find some Arabic coffee there and to see what other things they sell. Normally places like that are full of cheap fruits and vegetables and so it is in Asian Market in Rome too. I bought some vegetables and ginger and such, but could not find any Arabic Coffee. Must be that Italians are so happy with their own coffee that even the foreigners buy that. Yes the place was full of mainly foreigners from Africa, Asia and Middle-East. I must have been a sight... almost the only European in the place and definite the only one from Finland!!

After exploring the Asian Market and Santa Maria Maggiore I thougth I'll walk towards the Quirinalis area and towards the Piazza Venezia (which is front of the monument for Vittorio Emmanuel, remember the big white building with horse-riders and pillars.. one of my favorites in Rome).

Vittorio Emmanuel Monument, Rome, Italy

After some late lunch near Piazza Venezia, I headed towards the small alley next to Palazzo Colonna. I remembr hearing the name Colonna before in one of the historical dramas I have seen, but did not really understand it is a name of a family, Family Colonna. Seems that Colonna was one of the Popes and ofcause you only could become a Pope if you had enough money behind you, in otherwords you needed to be rich. (Pope Martinus V Colonna was in power 1417-1431). This Pope started building the palace, but it was finished in 18th century. Nowadays it is open for public, but only on Saturdays.

After Palazzo Colonna you end up to the Gregorian University (where the Catholic priests study). On the other side of the University there is the Presidents palace (hmmm.... the Catholic univercity next to the Presidents palace, that really shows how the Church and the Power have been hand in hand). Well that's a place I haven't seen yet, I thought. Now I have a good opportunity since I am close. Little did I know where I'll end up that day!!!

So up I climbed to the Piazza del Quirinale, that is front of the Presidents palace which is called Palazzo del Quirinale. This palace was build for the Pope as his residence. Seems that in the 1500-centrury Vatican was unhealty for you, since there were Malaria. So Pope decided to build a summer palace for himself to the otherside of the river (hey common this is some 1km from the Vatican.. what a difference). After arriving to the Piazza front of the palace I noticed something was going on. Already on the way to the Piazza I saw a TV-group in their van entered the Palace from the alley behind the main-entrance. When up on the Piazza I saw newsreporters, TV-photografers with cameras and TV-video-cameras. I saw policemen and a small crowd. What is going on here I thought.

So after a little looking around I approached an Italian lady in her 50's. I thought she would maybe speak some English. And so she did, she works for the Italian Embassy in one of the African countries. "Please do you know what is going on here?" I asked. "Yes" she said, "people are waiting for Silvio Berlucone. He is supposed to be resigning today and he should come and give his resignation to the President today. That is what people are waiting for." Vau, I thought, I might actually see Silvio Berluscone today. How funny and how sudden. Well if he is coming here today, I'll wait awhile. Maybe I'll see him aswell.

Little did I know that a while would turn into many hours. I met some students from Martinique and spoke with them for some two hours on the Piazza. More and more people started to join the crowd. It was getting colder and colder. I still did not want to give up this opportunity to see a climbs of Silvio. WHAT WAS I THINKING!!!!

By the time I understood that this was maybe NOT the place to be that evening, it was too late to leave. The police had come more and more and the SWAT (or Italian equivalent) guards came in as well. Soon I was pressed in the crowd and could no more leave. Time just went on and on and NO SILVIO at sight. Luckily I had bought a new cardigan from Benetton that day from the sales. But even that did not keep me warm. The crowd got more and tense and people started to sing Hallelujah by Händel "Messiah", boy do they have a wrong song did I think. The resignation of Berluscone has nothing to do with Hallelujah (which means Praise Jah/Jehovah, for sure he has nothing to do with this I thought).

While I am waiting there in the cold and huge crowd, people are yelling all sorts of sentances to mock Berluscone. Most which I don't understand - luckily - but one that I definitely understood - Maffioso....Maffioso... Maffioso....hmm.. By then I would have wanted to leave, even without seeing Silvio. What was I thinking!!!! But by then it was not possible to leave. Front of me were the Police guards blocking the way and behind me so big crowd of Italians that I could not get through. So there I was waiting for Silvio. 

I do give it to the Italians thou, they  were very Positive and still having fun in all that situation. Smiling and joking with each others. Even the policemen were nice and talking with people. How can they be so happy in all this situation they are in... Well my compliments!

One thing I was threading was that one of the TV-video-cameras would catch a climbs of me... I was not a demonstrator, but just wanting to "See Silvio". Imagine if my friends would see my picture on the front page of the newspaper or in the evening news amongst the demonstrators. I was not demonstrating but that is how it would look like right! What was I thinking!!!

Every now and then a car came to the entrance of the Presidents palace and the crowd got more and more loud. And more and more policemen came to the piazza to make sure Silvio's visit would go smoothly. Did Silvio come, well that was a big question mark for me. I did not see so clearly who those people were who came, but by 10pm the police moved a bit and I could escape from my "prison" of human-shield. Quickly I walked to the Berberini metro station and took a bus from there towards Piazza Fiumi. From there I could get home with one bus. Survived I thought - never again! No more meetings with Silvio Berluscone! He can have his meetings without me in the future!

I've never been craving for excitement and even in this case it was not excitement I was looking for... I just wanted to see Silvio!!! I have traveled in Egypt - even this year after the February troubles they had this year (2011). I did not feel afraid in there. I did not feel afraid in this case either, but the difference between Egypt and Italy is that in Egypt I would have never stayed and watched what will happen, in Italy I don't feel scared in such situations. I did not feel scared that evening either, but I do admit that was a miss judgment call and that I WILL NEVER ever want to see Silvio again!

Wellcome to Rome, Italy

Through some strange co-incidences I ended up living in Rome for 5 months. I wanted to write this blog about how it is like to live in Rome as a foreigner. Each country is different and each country has it's pros and cons. I don't want this to be a winy report of my negative experiences, but an honest report of things that I pay attention to and notice.

Being a Finn, a country of Nokia phones, high-technology and some pretty good race-drivers and yes some pretty good hockey-players, Italy is quite a different world to what I've accustomed to. I've traveled a lot in many different parts of the world, but I've always loved especially everything about Italy!

Ever since I was a child, I was in love with the Italian language. No I never studied it, had so many other languages to study first for different reasons I needed this and that language. But still I was happy to hear some Italian music, and infatuated with Italian historical drama-series. Just had to see each one of them!!! Elisa di Rivombrosa, Falcon and what ever it was... Obrofari and so on. I just love to listen to the language and pick up new words. My infatuation has brought me to to Rome Italy this winter and I'm going to take everything out of this experience.

After just one week of living in Rome I have come to notice many things that are different to what I've accustomed to. I want to write to you about these points that I've noticed here. I also want to give some tips for all non-Romans who want to visit Rome, Italy.

I arrived to Rome a bit over a week ago, with 3 luggages and big handbag, total some 65 kilos. How it is possible for me to bring so much “stuff” on a plane? Thank God for good friends and one friend in particular, Eveliina. She works for an airline company and was kind enough to bring me to Italy, me and my luggage. As an airline worker she can bring more luggage as we regular tourist-class travelers.

So what did I bring to this land of fashion, bags and shoes??? Well, lots of clothing (some 23 kilos in luggage) and shoes, but not so many bags (except the luggage's themselves of cause). Why did I bring clothing to Italy? Well being a warm country that it is, I knew that the houses are not as warm as they are in Finland during the wintertime. One thing you never have to suffer in Finland are cold houses in the winter (well excluding some private small-houses saving in electricity). But in Italy, as in many other southern countries winter means cold houses. Why is this? It only became clear to me now, after moving here. Italy has no nuclear-power plants and therefore the electricity is very, very expensive in Italy. I never thought of nuclear-power plants in Finland before, but boy do I miss them now! Funny how I have come to appreciate nuclear power when facing the effects of lack of it. I wonder if Finns against Nuclear-power would be really willing to face the consequences that would come if there would not be nuclear power in Finland. What would that mean? I'm sure we would see the same effect that people face in Italy, houses are kept cooler since electricity is sooooo expensive. When in Finland all houses are warm all-year-round, that is not the case in Italy. And that is why I brought along lot's of clothing.

What kind of clothing? Woolen socks, woolen long-johns, woolen cardigans, woolen cloves and so on. You would never think I'm going to Italy!!! In Finland I would only use such when I go out to do sports in the winter-time – well yes, difference if of cause that I use the car in Finland so I don't need very warm clothing since I'm mostly indoors, warm!

What else did I bring in my 65 kilos of luggage? I brought a new Luhta blanket and billow and a fleece-blanket. What??? Why not just buy those from Ikea in Rome? I did a bit of a research before I came – yes I'm a freak for checking things out beforehand – and noticed that beddings are expensive in Italy, more expensive than in Finland. How is that possible? To my knowledge salaries in Finland are much higher than they are in Italy. Still Ikea sells the same blankets and pillows with more higher price in Italy than they do in Finland. Since I could not bring things back to Finland if I did not first bring them in the same luggage to Italy, I decided to buy my bedding from Finland and bring it to Italy. When in Italy Ikea beddings were around 40-80 € and pillows on top of that, I found a perfect Luhta blanket and pillow for 26 € total from on outlet in Helsinki. Not only are they light, but at the same time warm. And the best of all, they fit into my luggage.

I do wonder how people in Italy can afford to buy things here. Fashion, shoes, bags are all expensive just like in Finland, but considering the salaries I don't understand how people manage. Well yes, the poorer people are not wearing high-fashion. The further you go from the center the more you see non-fashionable people. People wearing regular sports-trousers – I know this is what Finns were known for still in the 80's. Yes women here do use make-up, and you can see each woman – well almost each – having make-up, even if they wear sports-trousers...

Well I have learned to shop in outlets and this is what I wanted to do here in Italy also. I am not a big shopper... I've never been. I buy things when I really need. Well sure, I can visiting certain outlets in Helsinki regularly during the sales-season. But only in the sales-seasons! Then I buy so much of new things with fractions of the normal-price, that I don't normally need to visit “normal” shops. Only in some special occasions, or when I cannot get something specific from the outlets.

One thing I needed, that I did not bring with me from Finland were winter shoes. Not that I didn't have them in Finland, but just because I could not fit them in my luggage. So since I came to the land of shoes and bags, I decided I can buy at least one of each (hmmm... let's see if it is only one of each...). During the first week I checked several shops and found out that all nice looking shoes cost from 100 € upwards. No way am I paying that much for shoes!!! Yes I am very economical. I want quality, beautiful but still cheap. Impossible you might think, but no, I do get that normally, I'm just careful where I shop and especially WHEN I shop! Since I had a mission of finding myself winter-shoes, I asked some friends where do they shop for shoes. I got a good hint that next to Termini Train-station there are cheap outlets. Crossing the street from the Termini I found a queue of cheap shops, but only one as an outlet-type of a shop, "Lucky". When others sell poor-quality shoes (non authentic materials), this one had real-leather shoes for -50% and more cheaper than the original price. There I found myself a pair of black-leather shoes from suede leather for 55€ (normal price 129€). In my view 55€ is still much, but definitely better than 129€. I still wonder how do people in this land of low-salaries buy themselves a pair of shoes? Of maybe they use the non-authentic ones. So how is it possible some shops can sell with such prices? Being an outlet they sell the left-overs of the original stock for different retailers. So they do not have all the shoes in all the sizes. There would have been many nice models, but being a Finn I have my shoe-size 40-41, very non-typical Italian size... so not many shoes with so big size available here.

So next goal is to find a bag! I already found one nice from ….. but sorry if I feel that 69€ is too much for a bag. Yes it was beautiful, knitted gray and black bag with a bow on front. But still I'm not ready to pay for 69€!!!! Let's see what other options I'll find! I only have a small handbag so I'll must find one soon.