Sunday, June 19, 2005

Sundays...

I guess Sundays are the days that get to me the most...

The day when I miss home the most, the day when I miss my friends my family the most...
Today I am working... I will be working all Sundays while I am working in this country.
It is not a religious thing but Sunday has always been special... You wake up late, have lunch at 3pm, go out and spend the afternoon with your friends or just stay the entire day watching TV and doing nothing in my cozy sofa..

Maybe, in the afternoon you go and force your grandmother to make those fried cookies you like so much and you just enjoy them with a nice cup of tea when you wait for your grandfather to come from the garage.. If you are lucky your aunt will also be there and you can talk about life and philosophy...

If you are even luckier, you will receive another call inviting you for dinner at your other grandparents house.. and then you can delight yourself with wonderful grandfather made chocolate mousse and extra extra sugared fruit salad. More, you can always play around with your grandmother saying that you didnt like the food and make her feel guilty about it! :)

Even more perfect is driving back to Lisbon, after dinner and just enjoying a nice talk with friends, by the rive or by the castle, or somewhere else as Lisbon is so beautiful and the friends are so genuine that it doesnt really matter where.

So here I am, and there they are.. where life continues, even without me.

Yes.. today I wish I was there.

1 comment:

Philip said...

Ana, do bear in mind that there are always people thinking of you. Thoughts travel faster then lightning!

PS working on Sundays is shitty for sure.