Yesterday it was an International Women’s Day. I love that day. It bears a special meaning for me since I was a child. Part of this appreciation and thrill that arise in me on this day lie in the fact that I am a woman (what a revelation!?) :), and another part might be because I grew up in a country where this day meant much more than St Valentines – women were given flowers, not just by their husband or boyfriend, but by their male colleagues/comrades, they would be taken to lunch, given gifts… Don’t know how much they were truly appreciated by the male side back in 1980s but I do remember that this day always had a special meaning.
I can almost remember where I was on the Women’s Day in the past couple of years – there was a dinner one year, and a concert a year after, a classroom followed…
And this year I made no special plans. The night before I was with two of my friends in a pub. What was supposed to be a short encounter, ended up being a real catching up night…an celebration of the Women’s Day in advanced!
What I have been really doing on this day, was taking myself out to the city centre on the sunny morning. I bought myself a coffee, made no arrangements, and phoned a very dear person. The sun was shining, sea gulls where dipping their feet in the sea while resting from their tiresome flight, children were running along the lungomare. I was sipping coffee, staring somewhere in a distance towards the islands and a bright blues sea, and talking on the phone. It was a beautiful day. I had a bunch of white carnations lying by my side. I grasped the moment and enjoyed it.
No dinner, no concerts, no classroom full of kids…but I had a good company nonetheless.