Prima Majo

Today is the start of a wonderful two-day festival in our village. When we first arrived here, everyone kept talking about it, but we had never experienced a traditional Italian festa, so we had no idea what to expect.

It all kicked off in the piazza (quite early by our standards) and peak caps were handed out to everybody. Then a convoy was formed and we drove into the nearby countryside. We just tagged along- waiting for all to be revealed because there were no instructions or explanations.

Suddenly, we noticed movement in the thick foliage on the hillside. Blue and orange peak caps were bobbing around as people picked the wild , pink cyclamen and collected them in baskets. We were told that they were going to be used to make a floral cross.

All of this hard work was rewarded with a delicious, communal lunch back in our village. Of course, there was music and dancing too. There was a precious moment when one of the old accordion players handed the instrument to his young grandson who, pierced and tattooed, picked up the ancient tune and continued playing with gusto. Tradition being passed down the generations before our eyes.

Published by Gaybrierley

I am a retired primary school teacher. I was born in South Africa and moved to the U.K. in 1995. I missed the sunshine, mountains and wonderful people from my birthplace but wanted to live somewhere in Europe. Abruzzo has given me more than I ever dreamed of.

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