Reduce the usual holidays in Sardinia, I want to tell a story.
A true story, a story of happiness.
The protagonists are called Petrine and Wilma, is in his seventies and they are my neighbors in Sardinia.
He of Gallura Sardinia, her Dutch.
They met in the fifties and sixties: it nice and early twenties, her foreign nanny who did not speak a word of Italian, a language spoken today in its own way (with marcatissimo Dutch-German accent, mixed with Gallura). A
gestures began their love story: young married, in Sardinia in which the bride was still required a reasonable dowry, while the girl in question had only itself to offer.
Their marriage, which no one would have bet, lasts for fifty years, forty of which passed under the watchful eye of legendary his mother, Mrs. Magdalene, became famous for the age at which she died ( people swear that he had well over a hundred years). The lady lived in a house attached to them, and God only knows how they could be mothers-sardines than half a century ago, especially with foreign brides and viewed with suspicion.
anyone know them today would say that two people happy. Really happy.
Two old lovers with older children, grandchildren and countryside all around: a boar named Charlie in the yard, a dog, two cats, cows, goats, sheep, donkeys, dituttodipiù. And summer go together swimming in the most beautiful sea of \u200b\u200bSardinia and caring for their animals, living in contact with nature, eating roasted meat and laughing, and living wittily their love.
Perhaps this is happiness.
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