Thursday Doors, 8/3/18: Women’s Day, part 1

Women, ladies, friends. Unite and take over.

Usually, I don’t look people between their legs, certainly not upon the first meeting. I’m happiest if I read an excellent book or story or see a stunning photograph but don’t know the gender of the writer or photographer because it doesn’t come up. Clearly, for quality it is irrelevant.

And yet, observing this world and what it has become, it’s not hard to conclude that something major has to change. And it is changing, the question is just if fast enough.

Waiting for the anima to take over, while two (male) beasties are breathing down my neck, I surround myself with glorious women, the more so the older I get. I don’t set out to do it, we just find each other (usually online or we have known each other in person for a while). And I can see many of them are saying the same thing.

I must add here that this doesn’t mean men are either not welcome, not appreciated, scrutinised, or automatically blamed for the state of the world. They just need to listen more. With women it’s easier. They do.

Since today is March the 8th, International Women’s Day that used to be a big deal in Yugoslavia, this is the first part of my thank you to some of the strongest, gentlest, coolest, smartest women that I know, starting with my mother. I often say that I’ve been exceptionally lucky to be born near her. Then my sister arrived in the same lucky boat. Before us, there were our loving and loved grandmothers, and after us… As the graffiti goes: “Sorry mom, no grandchildren”.

And this being Thursday, it’s only proper to dedicate each door to one woman. The second part, which will come next week, is a necessity or it would be just too many photos for one post. There might even be a third.

Today each door may be posted with a specific woman in mind – see the captions, it might be you – but there is one truth that holds for all of you, always:

If you think a door might be for you, it is.

Mammmaaa, sono tanto felice. ♫♪ (Talamone)

I will be naming no names, this is an exception. A sister and a towel are always good to have. (Piran, Slovenia)

Here she is leading the way with my dear blue- and elephant-loving friend behind on their first visit in Capalbio.

A blend of my two grandmothers found in Trastevere, Rome.

My almost aunt whose name translates as anima in Porto Ercole.

My oldest friend works in a primary school in Ljubljana, but here is ours.

These colours can only mean that this villa on the Giglio island comes ready-made for a certain snow-melting girl.

My first internet => real life friend near Pitigliano following an ancient Etruscan via cava trail and bestia.

This is obviously Latin but this door is scholarly enough to remind me of my friend whose translation of The Iliad into Slovenian is fresh on the shelves. You rock! (Trastevere, Rome)

This African fellow (who might be something else entirely) from Trastevere brought to mind my Slovenian friend who has lived in Africa for many years and survived a terrorist attack playing dead with a bullet in her passport.

In Lucca with my friends. He had a serious health scare recently and she was fighting for him and they won. ❤

“God bless America” says the wall where I passed with my friend who recently went through the worst thing that can happen to a mother. We are with you.

It can be only one. She will know instantly that it’s for her. (Giglio island, not the Bahamas.)

Amore took me here especially to look at this door because he liked it. It was pre-Thursday Doors. I dedicate it to a blogger who has at least four blogs and I’m behind on all of them. I miss her. She is one of the most accomplished artists plus she does orienteering as well. (Via di S. Pancrazio, Rome)

This is for a favourite writer who commented under this scene from Tuscania that she was glad I’m the kind of person who doesn’t remove the bucket. Keep it real!

This was taken in Trastevere as well. It’s pink and it has the female symbol (I think) so it’s for D+D, two of my friends with these initials who live far away from each other. Let’s see if they will guess it’s for them.

Taken in Rome’s Villa Pamphili park and dedicated to a woman who decided to cycle the entire length of her country. Which happens to be Canada. (This guy has nothing on you!)

A Caldana door for a fellow Maremma resident who disclosed her 100+ doors on New Year’s. Goal: to meet in front of one such beauty one day.

This is easy. One of my kind. A flowery door is all it takes to make her happy. 😉 (Tuscania)

Never forget to celebrate yourself. Photo: BM in Završje, Croatia.

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.