06:30 am this morning.
I was in bed with eyes wide open, was not even noon, and I thought I was a child, when trembling like a leaf in the wind, the day of St. Joseph left the house early to go knocking door to door and return to be satisfied at all see the spoils of my grandmother.
07:15 am, the doorbell rings ...
"SIII ... they are, are surely the children!" -
I got up abruptly and went to open the door with a smile that came from behind the head.
What happiness to see them them 'standing, with envelopes opened before them, wondering if I had to give him a sandwich ...
How wonderful - I cried-income! Gee, I do not think that any child could come knocking on us, so I prepared sandwiches, but I can give you homemade cookies and, if you will, a bit 'candy!
This is because:
our country there is this tradition, which I honestly do not know where she gets home (I'll have to 'tell): The day of St. Joseph
all children leave the house, some even at four in the morning , and go knocking door to door asking for sandwiches. Typically, the tour lasts until half past eight in the morning, then it goes without saying that those who first come first served!
The day before all the adults are mobilizing for that day, who buying 50 bags of sandwiches and beyond, who make them by themselves, and the next morning shove the bread in the envelopes opened by expert hands, which, after receiving the loot, he trotted away towards the door of happiness later ...
What a beauty!
E 'practice also like the sandwiches to neighbors that have not been distributed to children during the morning
wish you all a good weekend, with a special greeting to all Our dear dad :-)
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