We’ll take you voting now…
What?!
“We’ll take you voting now, if that’s alright.”
When I walked into the shop with the stools, I never imagined I’d end up in the house of a local political candidate, let alone going to vote with her.
“Yes, that’s alright!”
I’ve actually thought about taking vacations to be an international poll watcher. Super-geeky political dork, I know.
The day started with visions of visiting the thermal caves of Bagni di Lucca. When we found those closed, the local who had adopted me decided to take me to see her cousin. It just so happened that her cousin was running for the city council.
Are you kidding me? Could this be any cooler?! No, no it could not.
After spending an hour in Sandra’s home with her lovely partner Deb and their super-cute dogs Hollywinter and Pimpa, I was ready to make camp in the garden and never leave. If it wasn’t for the worst rainstorm in 30 years, I might have.
As it was, I had a lesson in local Italian politics, the voting process, and was leaving with sample ballots and voters guides tucked into my backpack.
As we walked out the door, Lara, my guide, picked up a political button for Sandra’s slate and handed it to me. Of course, I proudly pinned it on and walked out ready to see democracy in action!
The next two hours were spent in two different precincts as Sandra and Deb cast their ballots. Sandra’s mother came to vote for her daughter. I nearly cried. Lara showed me her middle school. And, in a moment of panic, I was told that I would have to remove the political button or risk being arrested by the armed police that were monitoring the site. Awesome!
Seriously, I could go to Italian jail for wearing a political button? Yes, and also for the picture I almost took of Sandra casting her ballot. Good to know! I did manage to snap a picture of the chart they fill in to determine who has won. It was divided by political party, precinct and gender of voters.
After voting we headed into Barga for a debrief in Sandra and Deb’s art gallery, where we talked about GLBT politics, religion and art, and the “can generation.” When I left, these amazing women gave me art to take home. Yes, in addition to being awesome political operatives, they’re also amazing artists. I love Italy!
I headed home the next day and wore the button for a week. Now it lives on the sun visor of my Prius – right next to the Obama button.
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Oddly enough, I find that extremely exciting as well!
~Heather
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