Babies-rabies
(It's a rant, take it with a grain of salt)
I've made a new experience since I had my daughter (talk about understatement): she is an attraction. Not so much for being Veronika Therese Souzek but for being "a baby". Now, I'm going to be honest with you, whether you agree with me or not, whether I'm right or wrong: I don't like it.
I'm a jealous mom. I love my daughter to death and I don't see why I need to let everyone and their brother satiate their cravings for babyness in their life with my baby-girl. I don't mind respectful admiration, yes, you can hold her, too (if you ask me first), I just don't get the whole "Oh-I-need-to-hold-someone's-baby"-thing. Get your own. Get a doll. I don't know... but MY daughter's MINE!
Oh, I agree with you!
Thatīs the way I felt too!
Then stay our of Italy. They are so baby-crazy (and just realizing that they have a severe baby shortage, especially of Italian babies), that you can barely go a block without some baby-obsessed Italian stopping you. It is kind of cute, but you are right. We kept thinking, "hey, get your own baby, you know the patria could use some these days!"
erik, i have no doubts you are right, although to my own european dismay i have only driven through italy and never actually stayed there (ok, maybe when i was 3 or so, but that doesn't count), but i can very well imagine... having lived in spain - i dare to compare the two - i know what i would've heard there: "aaaay, que guaaapa, mira el bebe... mari, ven, mira este bebeeeee, un besito... venga..!"
didn't you live in spain yourself? or am i confusing you with someone else?
i didn't know you had a blog... pretty cool design! not a fan of jesulin myself though.... "en dos palabras: impresionante!"
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You are an aficionado!?! Yippee! That makes four of us in San Blogez parish. The design of my blog is thanks to my friend Ann, who picked the image (I would have probaby gone for Ponce and El Juli in a mano a mano (yes, I know, tremendista and all that, but have you seen them?!?), although I have been rather smitten by Pablo Hermoso de Mendoza, but since he is a rejoneador I could get funny looks by my taurine friends).
I live in Spain, but the part that has been under Washington's control since the mid-19th Century. I have spent time in Old Spain, but have never had an address there. If the place were full of Italians (or they had bullfighting in Italy), then I would say that paradise exists on Earth. In the meanwhile, I suffer and struggle in California, which has both Italians and bullfights (Velcro, however)., not to mention a couple of Iberian shops where I can get Spanish food stuff (a martini is not a martini without an anchovy stuffed olive).
Your comparison is apt, however. The Spaniards speak a different dialect of Italian, but they are still Greater Romans. My wife is Azoran Portuguese, where they speak an even stranger dialect of Italian. There are not many differences between all of us Latins, except that the quality of coffee diminished the further from the Italian peninsula you go (with little oases of espresso here and there).
The Spaniards speak a different dialect of Italian, but they are still Greater Romans.
This Italian wife is going to have a chuckle over this comment with her Hispanic dh tonight. LOL