As I was saying here, we have a different day for celebrating love; kind of like Valentine’s day just a bit different. The holiday is called Dragobete and the legend says that he was the son of Mother Dochia, which stands for the main character in the pagan myth related to spring arrival and the end of the harsh winter.
We love celebrating this day and not the commercialized American one because Valentine’s day has nothing to do with us or with our traditions; for me it’s just a bunch of crappy red heart-shaped things and too much money spent on useless gifts. The Dragobete holiday is less about buying and more about feeling, flowers, spending time together. These being said, this year we forgot about it completely 🙂 . Every year I get all excited thinking of what present to make or what surprise to plan for this day and every year we do something nice or go away together outside of Florence. This year nothing happened, not even a vague memory of the day, not to mention that it was yesterday on the 24th and not today.
Yesterday though, was an incredibly sad day for me so maybe erasing the need of celebrating from our minds was the best way to celebrate this year. Maybe I should call this week, regretful week and sign it in a calendar somewhere, or maybe I should remember my first thoughts for this year, my New Year’s resolution and all the beautiful things that await for me to welcome them into my life. I should… but first I will morn some more, because that’s how I was build and that’s what makes me: me.