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When travelling through the boot of Italy I could literally fill a book recounting the many acts of kindness shown to me by Italian strangers, some who have became good friends and others with whom I crossed paths briefly and blessed me with their generosity and good humour. Each encounter added a feeling of contentment to my day when travelling solo in an unfamiliar country. This isn’t rare in Italy. In fact, society is rife with little acts of pure, selfless generosity. I have noticed it with my Italian/Canadian friends here at home, the family in the small town of Nocelle who brought me a meal when they knew I would be dining alone because of the torrential downpour, the gentleman who loaned me his cell phone for a month while I was travelling throughout the country, the attendant who loaned me a pair of beach shoes to protect my feet while on a rocky beach, I even had half of the male population of a small town parading me to my destination and "discussing" the easiest way to get there (I think they originally thought me to be a Catholic nun since I was searching for Il Convento with my broken suitcase; but that is a story for another day). These are all simple stories ingrained in my memory forever of the kindness and generosity of strangers in a land rich with history. All of these examples are typical, like saying please or thank you. In Italy generosity is a way of life.