I asked my Oma the other day how she met my Nonno and I have to say it is probably the sweetest story ever.
My Oma was 17 and had just arrived in Australia from holland while my Nonno was 20 or so and had arrived from Sicily. Neither had anything in common except for one thing: dancing.
The local club held a dance once a month and they both attended and she said it was love at first sight. My Nonno walked across the room to where she was sitting and motioned to her to ask if she wanted to dance. Neither could speak English or the other’s language. They danced the entire evening and did not meet again until the next dance. For months they could hardly speak to each other but through dance. They learnt English together and slowly but surely learnt to love each other even more.
For the next 50 years they never stopped dancing together. I like to think they’ll meet again someday in another life and keep on dancing.