Writing about Italians from the French side of Switzerland might seem like a strange thing to do, but something I saw yesterday really had me struck.

I knew they were Italian by the melodic volume eminating from the table across from me. Its funny to think, that most non-natives think they are always arguing. A mad Italian, is really something to see.

The Italians at the table started off as three and soon became 10. I politely (I’m British) asked why they had gathered, and Alessandro told me it was to celebrate a family birthday. They had all come together for the weekend. The birthday wasn’t a ‘big’ one but to the family, it mattered.

Whilst I didn’t pry, it goes without saying that all the family have commitments and obligations that they had to adjust to be together. They put the celebration first. 

I am not suggesting that other cultures don’t do this, but in my experience Italians put each other first. Family comes first. Not just immediate family but extended family. Grandmas are in charge and revered. I love this. 

It has been said that if you have ten friends when you have bad news, you will only have five for good news. Some people don’t want to see you happy. For Italians, they are there for all seasons. 

In a fast world, Alessandro and family are reminding those that observe them what is most important.

“Chi va piano va sano e va lontano.”

(Who goes slowly, goes safely and goes far.)