For me the day after Thanksgiving has nothing to do with shopping. It means I can start playing Christmas carols.
This probably comes as a shock to people who don’t know me well, as I appear to be a person who loves to shop. It’s even part of my job.
However, the whole Black Friday thing always left a bad taste in my mouth. While Short Hills Mall is one of my favorite places in America, I’d rather listen to Izzy Azalea on a continuous loop than go there on the day after Thanksgiving.
We don’t have such a thing in Italy and I don’t see it happening anytime soon. The concept of standing/waiting in line is completely foreign, even in places (like the post office) where we’re supposed to.
One thing that is also popular here, are street lights. This week crews were putting them up all over town.
In my neighborhood, Campo de Fiori, we have these:
I adore the simplicity of them.
Now, I’m off to play some of my favorite holiday jams.