Thursday, May 16, 2013
I have more holidays than Italians.
My Italian true love has been saved from a day
of labor. Today. Because it’s a holiday. In the city of Carbonia. In Sardinia. A holiday in honor of the city’s patron
saint. My true love tells me that the holiday rolls around annually. But it
seems more often. I have the impression that it occurs several times. Maybe
it’s more the fact that religious holidays abound in Italy. Yes, it’s an advantage of living
in a Catholic country. Almost 100 percent of Italians call themselves
Catholics. Maybe Italians have been bribed -- with an abundance of religious
holidays. Come to think of it, when I’m living in Italy with my true love, every day
seems like a holiday. Even though I’m a
non-Catholic. A non-Christian. Instead, I’m a spiritual free-thinker. Means I
don’t need a holiday to celebrate life. Every day is special. I’ve learned to
savor precious moments. Daily. Means I have far more de facto holidays than the
holiday-rich Italians. –Jim Broede
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