Day 25 & Pic and a Word #310: Petal

Today is the Liberation Day in Italy, and in my poem two ladies of the marshes are fighting for my body and soul. I have a nice memory from last year’s Liberation Day. We drove to the lagoon again after being locked into our municipality for ages, but the supermarket was closed and we went

Friendly Friday Festivus

For our Festivus party I have gathered our holiday treats and one tradition, unless you count eating sea food on Christmas Eve among traditions and you should. In Italy they are serious about it. Do you know what Festivus means? If not, you weren’t watching Seinfeld or forgot all about it as I must have.