Holiday Mood

Holidays for me are time for soul searching, you have all that time on your hands to just breathe, eat, sleep and read. I seldom stay at home during holidays, mostly because I want to see new places and one can never trust Norwegian summer to be real summer. On second thought, I should definitely do it more. It’s an entirely different pace, there’s no need to discover anything, you can throw in a coffee or a beer with your friends from time to time, or just turn off the phone and doze off on the balcony under a blanket. πŸ˜‰ Or make some great food when inspiration seizes you, like these eggplant towers with pesto, chevre and ruccola. So good! πŸ˜‰

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Aegina Part II

IMG_6758.jpgApart from a trip to Paris with my mom 12 years ago and a long weekend in Vienna with the whole tribe some 5 years ago, I haven’t been on a family excursion since I was 17. I tend to avoid holidays together since we’re all so different and friction can arise from the most trivial issues, especially with a partner from another culture.

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And the first days did bear the mark of light misunderstandings and cultural differences, so much so that I had to use all my energy to smooth things over. Luckily, it worked so well that F got to be best buddies with both Diana and mom. Phew!

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The bone of contention is child rearing- why do Romanians let children have so much sweets, why does Diana eat “buscuiti” (sweet crackers) before lunch and dinner, why doesn’t she sit tight and runs after cats at the dinner table, back in his days he’d have to settle for a soda every third day and so on. But we’re having beer, I’d answer. And you expect her to say thanks to water?

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All in all it was a lovely holiday. My mother got a couple of hours to herself here and there, we’d retire into our “chambers” for a siesta every day, Diana got the best of everybody and couldn’t be more pleased with that. She bewitched the hotell staff with her cheeky smile and carefree posture, she made friends with Ukrainians and Greeks on the beach, she was the star of her surroundings.

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And she did treat us like a little starlet, every time she didn’t get what she wanted, she’d hold back her posing skills. πŸ˜‰ Like here.

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The princess eating gyros, after removing all the onion. πŸ˜‰ In her favorite cherry dress. Oh, and sharing the meat with stray cats. πŸ˜‰

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Thinking of having her come here next year for a Norwegian summer holiday already, hopefully she’ll dare fly alone. πŸ˜‰

xxx, Alina

Reflections

Sunday at last, nice and quiet, coffee in my hand and apartments to check on the internet. I’m listening to the birds chirping outside and peeping on Sam who sleeps like a puppy with his paws gathered.

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The days pass by quickly, I barely notice them, between photography classes, interpreting Β here and there, a coffee with a friend and making dinner, Monday turns into Wednesday and suddenly it’s Friday all over again. I want to do all sort of things, I find photography exhibitions nearly every other day, but either they collide with my classes or the weather prevents me from getting out of the house.

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Today we’re going to a friend’s place for lunch where I’ll be photographing her Β 3 years old with Sammy boy. It’s raining again, I can feel it in my limbs, especially after the party yesterday; we didn’t go to bed until 2 am. I’m too old for that, while everybody was dancing I petted Kalle, the dog of the guests. Both he and I were looking at each other with that pained face saying “turn down the music and then turn it off”.

Have a lovely day!

xxx, Alina