This was/is Halloween

I absolutely love the story of Halloween, the pagan origin of the festivity, the dark side of it, the link to the unknown. In the first couple of years I spent in Ireland, I enjoyed dressing up, and I would still love to do it if a party should come up. Here in Galway, the…

13/56 Keeping my beautiful cool demeanour

I remember when I got my first job in Dublin, and I didn’t like it at all. On the first day, I left the office in tears, feeling depressed and in a totally uncomfortable zone. Then I got into the working routine. I still didn’t like it, but things had turned quite decent. Once, at…

Befana vs Little Christmas

The 6th of January is an interesting date in both Ireland and Italy. It surely marks the end of the Christmas season, and I think it’s time for me too to put aside the decorations that this year I particularly enjoyed. Why is this day special? Let’s start from Ireland. Here, the feast of the…

Once upon a July

Best of July! This is too easy! Two great things happened in July, and both of them made me feel so enthusiastic and deeply serene. The first event was the wedding of my friend Giovanna. I have to say I hate weddings. I don’t like spending time with too many people in a formal occasion…

We are family!

I recently had the chance to think about the concept of family. I am not sure it is something that differs from culture to culture. I rather think that every family is a little unique cosmos. I will never forget one of my best friends’ parents from when I was a child. Her mum or…

Donate memories at Christmas

Christmas just passed, and it’s now time to evaluate these festive time. Since I’m not too fond of this type of holidays, the four days I spent in Italy were quite enough. It’s so nice to realize what is left of that time though, all the tangible memories I could bring back home with me….

When does the last time happen

In my family we have a house in the Italian region called Marche. It’s a tiny, old house, inherited from my grandparents, a house attached to one of the Sibillini mountains. When I was a child I used to hate going there, and so did my sister. We knew what was expecting us there: damp,…