Ok. Ok. So, it has been three days and I’ve already wished you Easter blessings.
I know. I knooooow.
But, don’t you want to hear about Easter in Calabria?
I woke up early Sunday morning (around 9:00, he he) to a beautiful sunny day. Sky had predicted thunderstorms throughout Italy – throughout the weekend. Since I am yet to see an accurate weather forecast from our beloved “cable” TV -I expected the best. And, that’s what we got.
I walked out of my bedroom to find this note.
“Hmmm…” I thought.
“Should I go on?”
Being the risk-taker I am, I trudged onward and met my adversary around the corner.
He fought a good battle, but in the end was captured…
and, destroyed. After three karate-chops to the center, I had my surprise!
Yep. It’s what you think it is. My very own Italian Grammar Workbook – per stranierei.
The Easter Bunny had left his own notes for a special boy.
“This way…this way….” The arrows directed him.
And, there, “hidden” on top of the television, was Peppe’s Easter basket.
Ah, yes. Easter at our place is fun. We celebrate American-Italian style with both bunnies and baskets and enormously over-sized, surprise-filled chocolate eggs.
What could be better?
Note: I know this will be hard, but try not to judge the contents of aforementioned Easter basket. While some items were imported from the states, others, such as idolized Oreo cookies, were a rare find at local supermarket. And, the toothpaste? Well, let’s not talk about the toothpaste!