Well, I was in Italy this time of year in 1988. It was Palm Sunday on the 23 of March that year, and my Nonno turned 93 that day. It was amazing. My first memory of him when I arrived in Locri was him, sitting on a chair by the window, waiting for me to get there. He said, "What took you so long" and I didn't know if he meant that day, or the time it took for me to visit again. Its a memory I will never forget... I never saw him again....he died 6 months later. But I know he waited for me since it had been 17 years since I last saw him before that day.
The temperatures in Calabria and in Rome hit 20. People were swimming in the Sea...
In my grandfathers house though, the walls were wet from the moisture and it was cool and damp but the fire kept us warm at night. That only lasted the first two days and then sunshine.
We spent Pasquetta outside, on a piece of land with about thirty people, cooking and laughing. We ate Fava Beans (I know, I know...but my grandfather loved them) and I introduced them to bacon and eggs.
I have some great pictures of that year, and it will always be my favourite holiday now.
Two of my favourite pictures from that day are these..
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