This is unbelievable. Where I’m originally from, May Day is nothing. Literally, I had no idea it existed until adulthood.

Then I learned, as an adult, that it was a “holiday for the commies that no one cares about anymore.”

And then I spent some time living in part of a country where not only is May Day celebrated, it’s celebrated with fervor and gusto!

The people I lived amongst at that time didn’t seem like the evil, anti-freedom, gulag-promoting monsters that I had been told were the main characteristics of the “commies who celebrated May Day.”

They were just nice people who danced with ribbons around a pole and gave their kids little red flags to march around with.

My own ideology, lay mostly far away from the “kinda sorta communists” in that community.

But that had absolutely no effect on how much fun I had on May Day.

It’s fascinating to read about the different traditions elsewhere for a holiday I never even knew existed for the first two decades of my life.