I campaigned for that menorah, and yet seeing it under the tree gives me a feeling of defeat.
I’ve commemorated Buy Nothing Day in some fashion or another for the past two decades — it’s only been an official thing since 1992 — in two basic ways.
I grew up in a small town and my family wasn’t religious.
And I mean that in the not-religious sense, not the “Only go to church on Christmas and Easter” sense.
I’ve had many wonderful holidays, but my favorite memory is that of a few summer weeks spent in Italy when I was about 13.
My mom had to go to a clinic there for treatment (nothing severe or worrisome in any way, thankfully), and we all went together as a family and took the opportunity to have a beautiful vacation as well.What a simple and ingenious mix of flavors – a sheer joy for the taste buds!I think it was the first time I tasted a mix of “regular food” and exotic fruit all in one, and I believe this is what triggered in me the pleasure I know have for experimenting with flavors in my cooking and coming up with unusual dishes.While all the renowned attractions in the country were, indeed, marvelous, nothing immersed me in the Italian culture and nothing helped me understand the locals’ Latin spirit better than my stay in this picturesque, almost magical town that many haven’t even heard of.At 13, I was quite a shallow girl who was interested mostly in having fun with the girls – and not much else.And what I remember impressed me the most was the fact that, although this was a popular touristic area, the region was incredibly clean, still “natural”, with places that seemed to never have been touched by humans.Then, the shallow teen that I was learned what a real treasure nature is and how important it is to protect it.Why this is my favorite holiday memory is because, besides the fact that it was the first time abroad for me, it was a vacation that has broadened my perspective, taught me a lot, and helped shape a bit of who I am today.Although we did visit many famous places in northern Italy, we stayed mostly in a little town where some friends of my parents lived.While dad had repeatedly but unsuccessfully tried to make me study an instrument (and stick to it), when I heard Ricardo play, I instantly fell in love with music and felt a great desire to learn it.Ricardo taught me the first song I ever played on the piano, a silly, playful little tune that I still know by heart. Another reason why I will never forget my holiday in Italy is the short trip we took to the Italian Alps at some point. The snow-covered peaks, the intimidating rocks, the fresh, harsh air – what an experience!