Sweetness reigns when you do the walk, your morning lap, giro, passeggiata around the village as a toddler in a sleepy rural village in Abruzzo Italy, well ours certainly.
Pop out the door, walk some 20 steps to the end of our little alleyway, a door opens, your name is called with a giggle, and a frilly wrapped caramello, sweetie or chocolate of sorts is pulled out somewhere in or under an apron and planted firmly in your hand with an anxious pull at the wrapper if it does not get eaten immediately. A large kiss is planted on the cheek (that thankfully A is now slowly returning), a ‘che bello’, being told how beautiful you are, can all be repeated up to 3 times within the space of 5 minutes by the different Nonnas of the village. I wouldn’t say no at 45 to such delights though it’s obviously neither great for teeth or sugar levels!
You can imagine A’s dismay when rain stopped the sweetie walk this morning, it’s going to take a little cultural adjustment walking down the street in a city in the UK too, how many old ladies will A look expectantly at wondering what is wrong with them and him when they walk straight past?
I know once back in the UK I will miss this local trust in the elderly, the lack of paranoia that everyone is out to abuse your child and sweets are the first stage in the grooming process that seems to be the case even in rural England. Are Italian cities the same as the UK in this respect not yet. When your neighbours are strangers and not your second cousin once removed it will be always be different, but interaction between the young and old exists without the notion that the elderly are Child Catchers a la Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
I can still remember my own Mother freaking out after she caught me eating a sweet an elderly male neighbour gave me sometime under the age of 5. What, why and when made parents in the UK so suspicious of an innocent act like giving a child a sweet? Answers on the back of a sweetie wrapper please!
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