During my semester in Rome, I was eager to find a Passover seder to celebrate the first sundown. A few friends and I found something, but we knew
that the hardest part would be finding the house itself! A few trams and busses later, our directional skills failed us and we had to find human directions. The
first person we stopped, with no English language skills, kindly stopped his car to try to hear our question in our broken Italian. We were already thankful
enough, but he then got out of his car, pulled out a map for us, showed us where we needed to go, and then got someone else off the street to guide us to the
front door of where we needed to go! That’s the Italian spirit.
American Univeristy of Rome