|Every Gorgeous Sunset (and rainy day) changes us...slowly, almost imperceptibly|
In 2012, I wrote a post on La Festa Della Donna after our Italian Language teacher asked us to read its history. It's actually La Giornata Internazionale Della Donna or the International Day of the Woman--commonly known as the Festa Della Donna in Italy. I did OK on the history (hope so, I had just read it).
What I found interesting re-reading that post, though, was that my entire perspective had changed in two years and that it was living here rather than in the U.S. that caused this change. I am now more conscious of the fact that the your perspective not only changes as the years go by, but that it also changes according to where you live--so slowly you don't realize it unless you have the luxury of reviewing things you wrote in the past--letters, emails, blog posts. I don't the negate the influence of the march of history. It's a combination of time and place.
|Antonella--I love this picture of her at work at the computer next to mimosa|
|Guido's Astice (lobster) I had the other half with rice--molto buono|
|Antonella's daughter Federica--they insisted on pictures do I look skeptical?|
Antonella and Federica made me feel very welcome with the warm southern Italian hospitality that we never take for granted. They invited me to come and help Federica with her English while I get better conversing in Italian. They made me think it could actually work out.
|Guido's most tangible Contribution to a lovely day|
|Another Independent female we know|
All in all, life here is always interesting but if you approach it with your eyes always open, it can also be touching in ways you don't expect.