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Even atheists, draft dodgers from the masses, the opponents of marriage in general and wedding In particular, God is present in Italians living every moment - because if they do not blaspheme enraged, then certainly call of God and all the saints to witness almost every of his words. Here's how things are with the Catholic religion in the country officially and in practice:
state religion Italy - Roman Catholicism, his, according to Wikipedia, confesses about 97% of the population. Still, the Vatican bdit! The Italians seem to me quite religious people but now many members complain that young people do not want to go to the priests. As a consequence, among the clergy more and more often by foreigners, immigrants from Poland (Following the Italian stronghold of Catholicism), Zaire (!!!), Colombia, India, Romania ... It turns out missionary work on the contrary, is such a paradox. Last August in the small resort town near Rome, I had 3 times going to mass in the performance of Romanians - the congregation murmured, and bemoaned the fact that due to unfortunate the focus of their new Holy Father did not understand the local preaching. Incidentally, in the Lazio region, whose capital is exactly Rome, most foreign priests. Lazio comes on the heels of Tuscany.
catastrophically and thinning the ranks of young people visiting the church, the masses all entirely gray haired noble head: Signora in full dress and their elegant wives. Incidentally, in Italy there is the concept of "Sunday dress": a modest post-war Italians prettify it to Sunday Mass and cherished almost the only dress out for just such cases, after going to the church was almost the main event in the social life of almost everyone - believer - Italian. As you can see here, as we have at home, too, met on clothes. And still many Local ladies are doing the old-fashioned styling on Saturday to the Sunday service does not lose face in the mud in front of her neighbors, gossips. However, we digress from the thesis of "the youth in the church hardly walk." By the way, among my numerous Italian friends only my husband can boast as he puts it, "a black belt in Mass.," because many prostradav safely through the course of the catechism (the rate of young Catholics) and came out from under the watchful parental control, successfully forgotten - or we should say clog - in God. Still, anyone in these times is an hour and a half of free time? After usually that is how much and lasts Mass, and only crowned our Florentine priest, a heavy smoker, spends every Sunday Express campaign against illiteracy by half an hour so that, God forbid, do not miss a smoke break!
It did that Sunday's marches on the Mass is still sacred to many Italian families. Should be replaced by that religious fervor is more common, rather, in small towns and especially in southern Italy. But on Christmas and Easter church full implementation of benevolent Zeal parishioners - a kind of already become quite secular tradition to celebrate the main religious holidays of the country. At Easter in churches and cathedrals of Italy apple nowhere to fall, and after a celebratory Mass enlightened congregation was relieved to go home to eat Colombo and chocolate eggs. At Christmas, the first rows traditionally occupied by respectable elderly Signora with carefully stacked ringlets, in mink coats for all family brillyantah and their husbands under knob on the back row - young mothers with crying babies and desperate young father. In the aisles languishing youth, winking with cute girls and skrashivaya tedious wait peeping furtively over iPhones. Incidentally, Mass. No, no, yes, and you will hear a sudden trill of a mobile in the scattered parishioner. And only the old lady, God's dandelions in full communion with God go to Mass almost every day (there are morning, afternoon and evening "sessions") and actively participate in parish activities. A parish life goes on in Italy is very active: it charges Donate to various good causes, and joint Holidays, for which local signori bake cakes and sell the same congregation and give money to charity, and trips to holy places, and summer "Camp" for children.
Church tries to take an active part in the most symbolic moments of the life of Italian citizens: for example, baptism is important event, worthy of an occasion for celebration for many relatives, scattered throughout Italy. A similar, if not lavish, Celebration arranged and for the next most important event - wedding, but before the altar of the spouses should pass mandatory for the married couple in a church marriage preparation course, which lasts from several weeks to several months depending on the region of Italy where the couple live. I was serving this very obligation in Milan twice a week from 21.00 to 22.00 for a couple of months, after which successfully passed the interview, which resulted in the Catholic Church has graciously allowed me to to the altar.
Now, with the blessing of the church and its vicar the pope - I do not even have a diploma signed and sealed, as you think! - And now live in Milan and share with you insider information about Italy and Italians.
\\As a next time I'll write about the Italian curses, but in the meantime I wish you that your life does not resemble a Christmas tree))))
with the hairdresser I always were the relations of the category of "love-hate", and in Milan, too, and even more so out on a new level.
My love affair with Milan barbers began as much right on Via Montenapoleone, where a "modest" the patio is conveniently located in a beauty salon, strongly recommended to me - mind focused! - My wife, colleagues, her father. I a new haircut, and I'll probably, despite the left there tugriks, its going to the temple of beauty would still be happy if I suddenly did not spoil a haircut installation. Apparently - and this, I am the way, then another, repeatedly convinced - Italian masters used to work with heavy, unruly hair local beauties, and even noting the differences between Slavic and Italian braids, stubbornly unwilling to change or honed the skills of shearing or iron principles laying. In short, I went out into the street Montenapoleone a la "Mein Fuehrer": with a short bob, a sleek carefully waxed, it's my way individual strands have tried highlight, yeah ...
Then an unfortunate misunderstanding, I announced a boycott Milanese barber shop for a couple of months, after which, accompanied by colleagues went recommended in her parlor directly behind the Duomo. All is good, but my new hairdresser - and part-owner and institutions - had two large deficiency. Firstly, it was extremely slow: when he clipped me, I have the impression that he speaks with each individual hair on the my head, because otherwise how to explain the two-hour continuous purring over my head! And secondly, it became hard to invite me to dine together after each cut. Oh, and he cut my bangs definitely standing, and I was dizzy to stand still. ... And yet it somehow, even trim bangs, randomly vystrig my eyebrow. I have some time had a very Vidocq alternative))) In general, the year I had treacherously abandoned. Just remember with nostalgia his assistant Yoshi who did quite a fantastic scalp massage!
After this incident, I sheared either in Florence, a master-in-law, or in random hairdressers, zarulivali where we are on vacation, while the other is my colleague did not took me to one of the French network of salons. There has been a fast, accurately and inexpensively in terms of haircuts, but with down again desperately unlucky: I'm back again in two months was like Hitler ... My attempts to explain what I wanted to see on your head stumbled on an absolutely empty and blank looks. So I decided that from complexes because of unsuccessful placement and score the most empty subway car - is unproductive, and yesterday went to the salon on the same network, but close to home.
And you know, that was a real revelation! It turns out that our tourists travel to Italy Not only poshopitsya, but go to the barber shop: buy shampoo and tidy himself up. While I was sitting there, running around our girls discharged flocks cherished for a magic bullet, but heavy gaze of our compatriot, unabashedly stared at me, I have noticed in the mirror. Lady sheared, paint and did the weave ... I already felt ashamed: there people from behind a hill to Milan hairdressers go, and I whole two and a half years, all sorted out and pick! But I venture to express a timid hope that Pygmalion finally found his Galatea, because, apparently, I better cut their girls, not boys ... And how are you, dear Russian Italian?
KuhnYaterapiya conceived as a blog for all: for gourmets and gluttons, for those who love to eat, and those who do not know what would be pampered for zapravskih Chefs and those who would like to learn how to cook, and, finally, for obsessive cooking - welcome, for there we will talk about food, exchanging recipes, share secrets!
term kuhnYaterariya "was coined by my friend as a diagnosis to my manic - in her opinion - passion for cooking. And I just like to cook, collect recipes and experimenting in the kitchen - well, I am so relaxed! And miss my pots, even on vacation!
This blog http://kuhnyaterapiya.livejournal.com/ I'll share quick and easy recipes for Italian dishes. On originality, I do not pretend to - but pretend to ease of execution, For a modern housewife is often simply no time to hang around for hours in the kitchen. As, however, has neither the desire nor the opportunity to buy at the market fresh seafood, ripe strawberries in the middle of winter and the young artichokes ...
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