often ask me why I left Italy. I could talk for hours about it but to be short, the reasons can be summarised in a few words: I wanted to leave my routine, get by on my own in the face of difficulties, learn English and find a job of the same level of work I had in Italy .
It was 6am when I landed in Sydney. The sun began to illuminate the crowded airport and I was trying to quickly recover my baggage. After waiting too much, sure that I would have never seen it again, it popped out on the conveyor belt. Happy for the recovery, I start to worry about the guards that could destroy it looking for drugs or other substances not permitted. Luckily, as suspected, nothing of what I had seen on television happened and the only accurate control was made ??from a German Shepherd in 10 seconds.
I breathe again, I sigh, I look out, and I smile (: finally in Australia!
The first thing that surprised me was of course to see everybody drive on the left side! I was under the impression that everyone was crazy and were going in the wrong direction. And as I realised, I thought about what would happen to me in this new continent.
I’ve been in Sydney for more than 4 months in which I’ve lived new experiences and great friendships were born. During the first 2 months I attended an English language school where I improved my level and met a lot of people. I worked as a pizza delivery driver in the eastern suburbs of Sydney. It was fun to be the Italian guy who delivered pizzas with the scooter and the tips were not bad, but it certainly was not the job I wanted to do for the rest of my life. 🙂
Many things amazed me in Sydney as seeing people smile all times and not hear about problems constantly. I was surprised about the success of the Italian image abroad that made me proud each time. And finally, I marvelled at even small things such as the entertaining sound of pedestrian traffic lights at the shoot of green or even BBQ olive oil spray for sale in supermarkets. The first time the cashier asked me “Hey, how are you today?”, I asked myself “who is this?? do I know her??!”. Then I realised that ‘how are you?’ in Australia (and in other English-speaking countries) is common and always comes after the ‘hello’.
I decided to leave the city to work in farms, assuring myself a second year and enough time to reach my goals.
Sydney gave me a lot and I’m looking forward to go back once again to admire the Opera House and her brother Harbour Bridge. (:

Sydney, NSW

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