*Bianca*
New Year's Eve in Naples was just like I remembered as a child.
I could see my breath come out as puffs of white air, the cold bitter against my exposed cheeks as I held tightly onto Leo’s warm hand. The tiny streets were packed shoulder to shoulder but the smiles were wide and filled with laughter.
“Look at this! It’s so cool!” The twins took turns dashing from each shop, pointing to the various items on display and sale, posing in front of the statues as my Aunt and Uncle made sure to take as many pictures as possible.
Even Nicolo had found his interest in an old vintage shop selling records. My mom was more than happy to show him every band and song from her childhood. My Uncle Giotto had taken to placing Rolando onto his shoulders, allowing the giggling five-year-old to see over the swarm of heads, reaching up to the festive decorations along the aisles.
