Un capodanno è pur sempre un capodanno e va festeggiato come si deve. Per questo motivo avevamo deciso di trascorrerlo lontano dal caos cittadino, in una ridente tenuta in mezzo al verde, immersi nella pace nel polmone d’Italia. I nostri amici ne sono stati oltremodo felici, perché era un ritrovarsi al di fuori dell’estate, in un clima totalmente diverso, con un’atmosfera da Vecchia Romagna Etichetta Nera, con tanto di camino e silenzio a dir poco innaturale. Decisamente diverso dal caldo dell’estate, con le risate cristalline dei bambini in piscina e il continuo frinire delle cicale.
Così, fatte le valigie in quattro e quattr’otto, abbiamo abbandonato l’Urbe e ci siamo diretti in Umbria, la nostra seconda casa, per modo di dire. La prima preoccupazione è stata: chi ci sarà oltre noi all’agriturismo a festeggiare il capodanno? Speriamo ci siano giovani come noi, in modo da poter tirare fuori i giochi di società e attendere con trepidazione il nuovo anno in maniera diversa da come si è avvezzi a festeggiarlo oggi. Un gusto un po’ retrò, ma tanto salutare! Il desco al centro del salone, imbandito con tanti gadget natalizi, l’atmosfera familiare e calda, le risa, gli scherzi… proprio come una volta. E poi i fuochi d’artificio a bordo piscina, il bicchiere con lo champagne per buon augurio…
Be’, a quanto pare quest’anno ci è andata male: con noi ci sono due coppie di ultra seventies from the city of Naples, which certainly will limit the festivities because they go to bed early and we can not make too much noise. Patience, we hope that at least come at midnight to toast and set fire to the ashes of fireworks. But yes, you do not seem to wait for the striking of the new year to exchange greetings?
Sure is strange: we couples in their forties, almost in the prime of vitality, having to spend New Year with these people twice our age ... almost our grandparents ... After all, are the drawbacks of those who run a farm and we would have had imagine.
Dinner, all things considered, it went well: the four old men who ate everything, while we, with our stomach problems, something we missed. And what can you do? We lead a hectic life and the least that can happen is gastritis. But the toast was lovely, with lots of fireworks that our friend has done since the stroke of midnight. Beautiful emotion, if you think that everything around it was pitch black and silence unusual.
Tentatively, then, we pulled out the board games, Trivial Pursuit in the first place, just to assert our ignorance and joke about it. Obviously, we invite the elders, you can not exempt themselves, it seems bad. And they agreed, to our immense surprise. We played teams: men against women and, needless to say, we women have won. I do not know why, but with the Trivial we systematically to win our men, without being more learned. While they, by contrast, always win at Taboo, capendosi even a glance. But here's the surprise: the two "youngsters" possess the whole of human knowledge! And just as the two "youngsters", which makes us pale in comparison. Wow, we came across a team of octogenarians that scary! Good, very good! The comparison is the spice of life and so difficult to other games. And in the meantime send down a drink of wine, brandy, cognac ... di tutto quello che capita e i partenopei che tengono spaventosamente il passo! E poi lenticchie e cotechino, di nuovo panettone e ancora alcool da bastare per un mese intero se non di più. Ma è capodanno, uno strappo alla regola è concesso.
Alla fine, giunti alle tre e passa di mattina, noi quarantenni abbiamo iniziato a ciondolare le teste, stanchi morti, e lo stesso gli ottantenni nostri compagni di avventura. Così, di comune accordo, ognuno si è diretto nelle rispettive camere a riposare, per affrontare un primo dell’anno in maniera più fresca. Che dire: appena messo la testa sul cuscino, mio marito ha iniziato a ronfare, io ho faticato, forse perché era passata la mia solita ora. Fatto sta che, nella stanza next, I started to feel the old lady complain and I pricked up his ears, afraid to intervene to bring the emergency room. In fact, that night we all had too much and I was surprised to hear a woman complain. This is what happens to a certain age, when the debauchery are no longer on the agenda. I tried to shake my husband, but he was literally passed out and so I put the soul in peace and was about to get out of bed and dressed to provide help when a groan of pain different from the others I was suspicious. Moan of pain? Oh, except everything was a groan of pain!
short, thrilled to my amazement, I was startled to realize that we, bold in their forties, could not keep the pace of the eighties! And when I told the next morning, all were amazed, saying he had drunk too much and everything I imagined, for no one, after the evening passed, he had managed to stay awake to make love as I have argued that the elders. It was impossible to even think about it. But at my insistence, because I was sure that hearing, since I had taken the sleep, young people have agreed to inform themselves in more subtle ways as possible on the nights spent by Naples.
arrival in the hall of the elders, our friend candidly asked the lord
well-spent the night? -
At that, the octogenarian who was fun to eat, drink, play and love to our face, he replied with a mischievous smile: Divinely-
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I nearly choked on my cappuccino, while our friends were astonished, and glances, not even to say, from that day the memory of how her grandparents had overtaken us all makes us smile and hope in the emulation in the years to follow.
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