The Wanderer

Oh this is easy!

Śmigus-dyngus (Wet Monday)

This takes place on Easter Monday and its a day where you dont leave your house unless you are expecting to get soaked in the streets

I only ever knew it as something boys did on this day to court the ladies (and fellows) they liked, but I have recently learned that now anyone can participate!

*whispers* okay I wont tell anyone. Im good at keeping secrets.

Before I came to France I was a bit if a wanderer. Never really had a home or a family (until now)

But when I stayed in poland there was this little oldlady who swore up and down that I looked just like her grandson and took me in for multiple nights, gave me warm clothes and a hot meal.

She was quite the nationalist, always going on about the lovely place and all it offered. Anyway- I had to leave because I had so much more to see but I never forgot her

When I returned years later I found that she had been fallen ill and died shortly after I left. But Ive never forgotten a word she had said to me about that place

I do! And people do still buy them sometimes but thats not what its about. I just enjoy making them.

I give them to the amis for birthdays and such, just the other day I gave Enj one that was black on one side, and red on the other with gold lace.

Cravat hanging loose like some kid who doesn't know how to tie it but is too afraid to ask? shirt ripped open like a guy on the cover of an airport romance novel? Red jacket that literally coordinates with nothing else he's wearing?