Hello everyone. I'm a doctor now.
No, I can cure no illness. But in Italian a Dottore is someone with a university degree, even if the degree is in International Relations and Diplomatic Affairs, as in my case.
Yesterday, my brother took some pictures with my camera, my mother cried (a lot), my father brought something to eat and drink for a mid-morning appetizer. And I've been proclaimed doctor.
When I was a little kid, my grandma used to tell that she hoped to live long enough to be at my wedding (yes, I know...). When I started to protest, others were the days I was looking for, not my wedding, she changed it with a "to be at your graduation".
My favorite tradition is this laurel crown (corona d'alloro) that every new graduate wears after the proclamation. Usually the ribbon is red, but my faculty color is purple, so I had a purple one and mom and I looked for (fake) purple flowers to add.
The tradition comes directly from the Roman Republic and the Roman Empire, where a crown of laurel was donated to the triumphant general after the victory.
|with my brother|
In the evening, back home, we had a little dinner at my father's bar.
|with my grandparents|
|my mom kept crying|
|with the cousins|
|Bi and Bea|
|brother and dad|