A clumsy bear. That was me last week-end trying to ice-skate in Pesaro! Well, of course I looked like a clumsy bear: didn’t I write Pesaro is on the Adriatic coast last week? No wonder. When we are born we are taken to the beach (no matter what season we’re in). And not too much snow around here either.
Anyway, I am grateful to our Municipality for setting an ice-skating rink around the historic fountain in Piazza del Popolo this year. I mean, it feels kind of funny skating around tritons, dolphins and seahorses but, then again, the real funny thing is me trying to ice-skate with Costanza, pretending to feel at ease (for heaven’s sake, there are tons of confident mothers carrying along their children/nieces/nephews with casual indifference – I even saw a grandma skating with her grandchildren – how come I cannot even stand for a couple of seconds without leaning on the banister?).
The whole situation is kind of puzzling: giant snow-flakes cast on the Post Office, the Ducal Palace and on every historic building facing the main square; hordes of teen-agers skating at the speed of light (where did all these Pesaresi young people learn to ice-skate in the first place?); the Christmas stalls around the square selling from hot sausages to mystic angels (well, shoudn’t be body and soul looked upon as one whole?); artificial snow being shot every now and then under Italy’s most illuminated Christmas tree (Pesaro Christmas tree has been decorated with 70.000 led white lights this year) and, of course, music all around.
14 days to Christmas and it’s already Christmas mania around here. What about where you live?