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Italy UE, 30/05/2025
With her vacuum-packed dulce de leche, colorful candies, and hand-knit outfits for her grandkids in France, the unstoppable Granny Pecas Without Remote Control set off once again on her legendary Quarterly European Love Tour.
First stop: Lyon. The kids greeted her with drawings, hugs, and a plea: “Granny, can you fix the WiFi? Mom gave up!” Then on to Valencia, where her other daughter lives by the sea, and where she spent three days cooking breaded cutlets and mashed potatoes “like when we were little,” because takeout just doesn’t sit well.
But the twist came when she tried to fulfill her lifelong dream: visit Rome, wave to the new Pope (an American with a Peruvian heart), and revisit her beloved museums where she once entered free just by saying “I’m a retired teacher.”
Alas, the immigration officer at Madrid’s Barajas Airport stamped her passport: 89 days. As always.
—“It’s Schengen law, ma’am,” he muttered without looking up.
—“Or just a way to keep grandmas with alfajores out of Rome?” she thought bitterly.
So once again, no Rome for Granny Pecas. Italy’s latest proposed immigration law —nicknamed The Fish That Stinks— aims to tighten controls. Yet no one knows how many undocumented people are actually in Italy.
In Brussels, the debate rages. In Rome, no one hears Granny Pecas’s voice — the voice of every European grandmother.
But she’ll be back in three months. Maybe dressed as a Japanese tour guide or a Korean nun on mission. Because nothing —not even a stinking fish of a referendum— stops a grandma with love and candy.
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