hometown part 1

We went to Italy, in our hometown: Genova.

The weather was odd: hot, humid and some rainstorms too.

We walked on places of my childhood, ate the sweets: mentine and drages 

that I used to eat when I was the same age of Anita,

still handmade locally in the same place, since 1780.

We walked a lot, went to the seaside, ate focaccia  and ice creams everyday,

saw friends and familiar faces, only a bit older. 

At times it was kind of strange to see my daughter playing in the same places 

of my childhood. To meet friends of that time, although grown up now,

I can still see that glimpse on the eyes: the same of when we were kids.

It was good, now I think I can make peace with my hometown: 

a place were nothing never change despite all the changes.

Dry the rain