My Italian fiance offered to celebrate the wedding in my homeland, I organized a holiday, but on the appointed day no one came.

Oh, that's what it is. beautifulEspecially in the summer! The sea, beaches, ancient buildings and, of course, people. Italians and Italians feel fashion like no other. Where else can you see the average man in his 50s selling fish at the market but looking like a movie star before filming? Yes, a wonderful climate, delicious food and fresh air, which are so difficult to breathe enough! A place of heaven, don't say it. Unless, of course, you have enough money in your wallet for all this splendor.



Peels Otherwise, of course, things are not so rosy. Many visitors who want to earn a couple of euros are willing to work hard to provide for their families. Lying on the beach in a bathing suit is one thing, and physical labor in the sun is quite another. But for women, work in Italy is not easy. Waitresses working until late at night. Or dishwashers on their feet all day long. Unfortunately, the reality is that no matter how hard the job is, someone still has to do it. It's just a question of price.

Many of my friends, including myself, have seen nothing better than going to work abroad. In my case, it was beautiful Italy. Why is that? The fact is that our group was in an urban-type village. We could not sit on two chairs, so to speak: on the one hand, life was slow and rather harsh, as in the countryside. But we were well aware that besides the cattle and the garden, there are many interesting things. And spending all your energy on rural life is not necessary.

And in my case, in addition to the children who had to be supported, there was also a husband who liked to throw at the collar. No, not a clinical drunk. But it could not be called promising either. At some point, he allowed himself to get into this terrible rhythm of life, when you live from paycheck to paycheck, and of the joys there is only a bottle and talking about nothing with the same “blue” friends of working people. Valera and I didn't even fight. I knew that I would not influence him in any way, and he, in turn, brought home a part of his salary and never raised his hands on me or the children.



That's why I asked my mother to look after her grandchildren, as much as possible, of course. And with his husband managed to talk when he was still in condition. It was sad to see the look on his face, but I was 100% sure we all needed it. My friends also had the same opinion. So all of us, together, away from home, were not so lonely. It's not that scary. From the start, I was literally worried about every little thing.

After working in a new place for about four years, I had to go back home. Not exactly, but my mother told me that my son had decided to get married, so I could not miss such an event. Went off the wedding, I handed the young gifts, admired the beautiful bride. She remembered her youth and even cried a little. But unfortunately, my husband was like a spoonful of tar in the background of all this. In his father’s worn jacket, with a stupid grin, he poured every guest at the table, not forgetting, of course, about himself. I have already forgotten what he was like...



So, not wanting to waste time, and the children were already old enough, I decided to file for divorce. It turns out that everything can be solved quickly and successfully if you agree with the right people. So, not being able to stay long without a job, I flew back. Beautiful Italy beckoned me. I didn’t worry about the ever-lost documents and bureaucracy. Oh, yes, believe it or not, I don't care. But I didn't have anyone at the time. I just wanted my life not to be associated with Valera anymore. He's a good man, but he's not my husband anymore, period.

It was about a year and a half later that I met Gino. A handsome man, owner of one of the pizzerias on the coast. By that time, I was already speaking Italian, so all his stories about his family and brothers sounded meaningful to me. For the first six months, I really enjoyed listening to Italians. Observe their facial expressions, gestures and speech. It's a beautiful language, I'll tell you.



At first, we met, walked for a long time when I had time. It is fortunate that our relationship began in the warm season. Autumn and winter are a nightmare here. Due to the increased humidity, the cold wind makes its way to the bones. And in houses, especially old ones, heating is specifically saved. Yes, there is no snowman here, but the dampness and humidity just drives you crazy. So Gino and I took the opportunity and often walked around the evening city, admiring the architecture, the views and each other.

Of course, it was not without problems. My new friend's mom didn't like me. But as far as I can tell, mothers in Italy are a special kind of woman. And if they wanted, their sons would marry their daughters, only to keep no one new in the family. Yes, Italians often live in the same large house with their parents, where the mother is the most authoritative woman and in general, the main member of the family. And the daughter-in-law, for some reason, immediately becomes a competitor. But my Gino solved it right away. Although his mother was not happy about it.



The question of the wedding was in the air. And my black-haired gentleman once asked me if I wanted to have a ceremony at home with my family. He had never been there and would like to meet my mother. Which I agreed to immediately. Called half the village, warned everyone, called the approximate date. I even asked people to come in without presents, so that people don’t spend the extra money that is always lacking. And everyone agreed to come. So it was supposed to be a big, fun wedding, with music and dancing. When everything is enough and you just need to be able not to fall off your feet from fatigue.

But no one ever met us when we arrived. We stayed at the only hotel, which was completely empty. I went around all friends and acquaintances, relatives and, of course, went to my mother. But everyone talked to me reluctantly and through their teeth. Like I did something. A little later it turned out that the whole village condemned me for having linked my life with a new man. And Valera, her “legitimate” husband, was meanly abandoned.

I don't care if I've been divorced for a long time. He doesn't remember it, so it never happened. I don't care that I warned everyone - on the phone everyone agrees to the cities. It was very important to look people in my eyes! Thanks for not spitting. So after walking through the memorial sites, without even really meeting the children, I asked Gino to take me to the airport. Not welcome here, so let's go somewhere else. In our case, let's fly.



What to do next and when to return home, I don’t know. But if my mother is more worried about my ex-husband than for me, it is worth thinking about this. He's a guy shirt, he knows a thousand jokes. What about me? You know, I went somewhere and only sent money for years. My children seem to think so too. Come on, so be it. It seems to me, beautiful Italy, I will stay with you for a long time.