I have always been fascinated with stars. I can’t really explain the reason behind it, or this enormous feeling I get when I look up at the night sky. I suppose it’s all very typical for the human being to be fascinated with all that is beyond our knowledge, what is beyond our world and the Universe is itself one big question.
I’ve read about people that feel small looking at the stars above them. That feel like a very tiny bit of this whole wide infinity. People that realize how little they matter. How unimportant their lives go by, like the blink of an eye. I don’t.
Looking up at those shining bits of light, I feel so important. I look up and lose that sense of loneliness, because for a few moments, I feel like time stops, just for me to give time to admire such vast beauty. So, I decided to steal some constellations and store them in my bedroom. Remember those phosphorescent stars you had as a child, glued to the ceiling, to keep nightmares away? I bought a set of those 🙂 Now I have my own private night sky, shining above my head every night.
And honestly it’s the best thing there is.
Apparently I am not the kind of cluber girl. Maybe the fact that my parents are the only ones going out with me doesn’t help either. Or maybe it’s just me.
Point is, it women’s day and I am stuck on a bench in a crowded club full of smoke and drunken women singing Like a virgin. Having the time of my life. Not quite. The barman is literally the only acceptable figure to stare at, and I can’t even glance at him because a group of dancing parents are blocking my view.
It’s funny, cause when I am sitting at home, all I can think of is that I don’t have any kind if social life, that I should go out more.
And now I am here, and someone is playing Tina Turner really loud and women are suddenly very, very independent. Simply the best, they say.
Damn the stupid claustrophobia, not letting a girl have a little fun.
This evening , according to the legend, St. Nicholaus is filling the shoes of all good children with sweets and fruits. As a child, thanks to my family, I strongly believed in magic, St. Nick and Santa Claus. Today, it’s a joy for me to buy sweets for my parents, wrap them up and put them in red stockings.
Even the city seems ready to celebrate this eve and all Christmas lights have been turned on. I am proud to say that my city has never looked better and the Christmas maket is absolutely gorgeous. I see parents everywhere caring presents and bags and strangely it just makes me happy. I feel like in sort of a movie. Not even the freezing cold outside can bother me anymore.
Our beautiful, beautiful Christmas market.
To sweeten my day, as a pre-gift for tonight I got a delicious cookie:
So this is our tradition. Every night on the 5th of December good kids receive sweets or fruits. Sometimes, to those really good children, St. Nick may even carry a toy or two.
How are traditions in other countries? It is the same or totally different? What do you do on this day?
I’m waiting for your answers. Love, Maria.
(Yap, these are our presents.)
Aaah. Summer has totally kicked in and I finally surrender to its power. The wind brings hot breezes, the tables in the coffee houses are full with cold frappes, the only weapon we still have. I can only escape the house in the evenings, when I’m not completely melting away. Right now I am sitting at this utterly amazing italian restaurant and it feels like holiday. The sun had gone to sleep and the people crept out of their cribs. Everyone’s chattering around, looking on a device or enjoying the jazz music in the background. A young kid is selling red roses for the ladies and the smell is heavenly. The streets are completely crowded, leaving almost no space to the youngsters that have finally abandoned their virtual life for the city. Now, back at my sweet decaf frappe…