Carnevale
I really don't care for Halloween. Maybe it's just that I didn't grow up with it, but I don't get it. I love Christmas, I get Thanksgiving, but Halloween just doesn't do it for me. The closest thing we have in Italy is carnevale, but apart from kids getting dressed up in costumes, it's an entirely different feeling. None of that scary, spooky, horror aspect, at least when I was a kid. Carnevale was just a day to pretend you were someone else, eat homemade castagnole and sfrappe (deep fried sweets), and have a little license from seriousness.
This is me on such a day in a ladybug outfit made by my grandmother. I so wish the photo was in color. I still remember this costume.
That was the ordinary carnevale. Then there's the special events as il carnevale di Venezia or di Viareggio where whole towns celebrate and have to be partially closed off to traffic for parades of big floats — à la Rose Parade.
Ah, memory lane… I must be getting old.