109 Sleeps left until Christmas 2016
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When you live away from home, becoming in time a kind of acrobat: step, tiptoe, through memories, lest I should awaken and you rush to overwhelm, to dreamy perfumes, flavors, colors emotions, intense and unique, which you know very well that you no longer can live nowhere and never. Then do jumps deadly among emotions, you feel like a funambul that goes on the wire and trying to stay in balance, a magician who taught himself all the tricks cunning to hide objects, thoughts, emotions, tears ... There but moments when no trick has no effect, the memories you prowl at first in a hazy one morning with dew or snow on Vesuvius, then one night with starry sky and air sharp, surround you, slowly and do not leave any way out. Do not stay little choice but to surrender. Christmas memories I give myself, to do what they want with me! I disciplined and we tamed, I would say successfully all year, even if from time to time have crazy, but I managed to stay on the wire the balance to make up and some steps dance…
Christmas is the time when memories teach me and I'd be lying if I said I do not like, even if you feel like doing somersaults in my soul and confuse me.
As much as I look around me, no matter how "vigilant" I would have all my senses, however I would try to sniff perfumes or fragrances Proustian, lost in a distant time, I would not find anywhere intense smell of resin and wood, which Mintiu flood grandparents house, on the eve. Morning, early, went into the woods with my grandfather, whom we call good father to choose tree iarna2 Christmas. Sleigh was pulled by two horses ours, Stela and Lightning, who were hardly make his way through snowdrifts, it was very cold, snowing nonstop, with flakes huge and heavy that we were spreading ago, erasing any sign of our passage there. Trees was burdened by so much white snow turned to ice icicles that hung from branches like candles overturned. Outdoor forest scent of wet earth, moss tree was intoxicating. Tie tree behind him sleigh and went home. Shake the snow was thick trunk and good father who painstakingly carving, the cutter. November him room adorned the street, because I had to light Santa's way, when it comes to us at nightfall. I loved to go out in the evening on the way, and look at the trees that lit all the houses, the room beforehand, so just entering the holidays. Where to feel bitter and harsh smell of freshly cut wood, stacked carefully good father, under the stove, still wet and snowy? Yesterday I was with some friends who have pets and fireplace, at one time, I shoved his nose in woodwork, trying to find the same fragrance forest ... I know I'm pathetic, but believe me, the wood these have no smell !
trees To wake up in the morning eve and the first air you breathe is scented nuts, sugar, vanilla and poppy perfume cake steaming on the table, just out of the oven ... if not this a paradise for the senses, then that e? My grandmother, mother Uca, have oven in the yard and woke up in the night cap to knead grandfather was the fire, the timber brought some long pieces of wood burning slow, heat flaming high, then became jar; It was the moment that put baking cakes. Browned so beautiful, and when her grandmother took them out of the oven, aburinzi, and brought them into the house ... even the air, frozen frost soften by as much perfume.
There are many pizzerias in Naples, which the wood stove. When we go to eat a pizza, often'll take Matt and sit in front of the oven, with the excuse that he wanted to see how to make a pizza ... he expects pizza scented mozzarella and basil, I wish I could close my eyes and sweet smell of nuts and vanilla.
Every year when I go home for Easter, to a question I put, every time the mother: "What do you cook?", My answer is invariably the same, for years: cake. Waive, but not the cake, in fact, the fragrance of hot that I wake up in the morning to eve. It's like a magical return while sometimes vital and necessary kind of ... food for longing.
winter country Christmas house my grandparents bulls was filled with grandchildren, we gather from all over the country, sleeping in a room all of us crammed into two beds, because I did not want to break even at night, so we prefer to sleep huddled. If overnight, one of us had to go out in the yard, bathroom, all we got up and went with him. Amazed, watching the sky, which, though, is bringing down upon us, the stars hung by the chimney ... In the morning I went out on the porch and writing fingers on the snow settles overnight. Tana Flower preparing our small pies with jam, which they eat with milk. We hills sleds and beat until dusk. We came home wet, icy fingers stiff with cold and Tanu Paul put all in place, and we put one hot brick wrapped in a towel under the legs to keep us warm. Before we argue a little, because I sat outside to have forgotten us. Then again put bricks in the oven on the stove to stay warm. Grandma sat apple peels on the stove, to smell nice house. Another fragrance lost ... I do not know if they were apples otherwise, or stove, or air in the home, or simply the fact that we were all together in a sort of harmony paradise ... even if, on Christmas Eve, our "arguing "sometimes up to decide who to start wandering when knocks at the door neighbors. I had a book of carols, the start writing the first day of vacation. I knew a lot of carols, but our favorite door remained open, Christian. We sing with many voices, with much pathos, and not with great vocal talent, but that mattered little.
We returned home before midnight, anxious, happy with his bag full of nuts, apples, cake, bagels. We crammed all the two mesh window that overlooked the street and I was waiting for Santa Claus. The road was lit only by stars and glassy snow that seemed solitary, because it was snowing without stopping. I waited a while, then went to bed, tired of sledging, Bulgaria, caroling, broken by so much play and all snowmen, whom he had left to guard the hills. I do not remember exactly what gifts we brought Santa, one doll, one wooden toy, oranges, sweets ... He had little matter what gifts we received, we were, however, happy because we were together and that is why I felt , tenfold by inviting any odor, saw, tenfold bright, starry sky and hearing, tenfold gentle voice grandparents, who urged us to go to bed, because otherwise Santa will not come to us ...Easter Sunday Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Daylight Savings Easter Sunday Easter Sunday Easter Sunday Easter Sunday Easter Sunday Easter Sunday Easter Sunday Easter Sunday Easter Sunday Easter Sunday Easter Sunday Easter Sunday Easter Sunday Easter Sunday Earth Day Earth Day Earth Day Earth Day Earth Day Earth Day Earth Day Earth Day Earth Day Earth Day Earth Day Earth Day Earth Day Earth Day Christmas Countdown Christmas Countdown Christmas Countdown Christmas Countdown Christmas Countdown Christmas Countdown Christmas Countdown Christmas Countdown Christmas Countdown Christmas Countdown Christmas Countdown Christmas Countdown Christmas Countdown Todays Date Columbus Day