Presents this year included: iPhone4 (!!!!!!!) which I haven’t been able to play with yet because don’t try this at home or at least listen to the guy and not just snip snip snip because it won’t fookin work; a fan-tas-tic f 1.4 – 50mm lens for my camera which I’m completely and totally in love with; 2 books that are special because chosen for me and not taken from my wishlist, a gift certificate to get a thousand massages with a chinese guy who claims can undo the effect that baby-wearing had on my cervical vertebrae, and and and oh yeah, a trip to Paris.
For Damiano it was the first Christmas in which he understood what was going on and got really excited, and I think he was very happy about his booty. And I ws happy to tell him that he got aaaaaaall those presents because he’s such a good boy, because he is. And that lego jetplane is really cool!!!
Santi didn’t quite understand but he’s recovering and is happy, too. He didn’t care for the lego digger or the books as much as for this wind-up dinosaur. It’s the little things. Thanks Katie!
I mean, honestly, in my living room I haven’t got a rug because I’m a rug-commitment phobic. But with this beauty here I’d be ready to settle in for a life long relationship.
I mean, come on.
Let’s move on:
This camera bag. Yes, it’s a camera bag. Delicious. I’m going to be fully honest here: I was about to buy it, and thankfully it’s on backorder so I didn’t.
And last but not least: how fucking genius is this print?
I don’t really like the taste of alcohol, I don’t really like beer, or tequila, and I like only super awesomely good wine where you cannot taste the grapes and the liquor separately (if that makes any sense). But oh dear. G&T, I love. Because G&T don’t taste like alcohol, they taste like heaven. Anyway, this one I did buy it. Vacuous me.
1. Where is your mobile phone? lost
2. Your hair? tumbleweed
3. Your mother? far
4. Your father? bohemian
5. Your favourite food? food
6. Your dream last night? crazy
7. Your favourite drink? G&T
8. Your dream/goal? understanding
9. What room are you in? livingroom
10. Your hobby? sewing
11. Your fear? irreversibility
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? pretty
13. Where were you last night? sick
14. Something that you aren’t? patient
15. Muffins? yes
16. Wish list item? armchair
17. Where did you grow up? Mexico
18. Last thing you did? mash
19. What are you wearing? sweatpants
20. Your TV? nonexistent
21. Your pet? kids
22. Friends? few
23. Your life? mess
24. Your mood? confused
25. Missing someone? grandpa
26. Vehicle? legs
27. Something you’re not wearing? thong
28. Your favorite store? ikea
29. Your favorite color? all
30. When was the last time you laughed? today
31. Last time you cried? today
32. Your best friend? hubby
33. One place that I go to over and over? kindergarten
34. One person who emails me regularly? uhmmm
35. Favorite place to eat? coupole
36. Ears? blistered
37. Which soup? any
38. Why do you blog? memory
39. Skill you wish you had? telekinesis
40. Favorite trait in others? empathy
Anyone who knows more than a little about me knows that I’m spoiled rotten. I was lucky enough in my former life to travel a lot and, with countable exceptions, make it to great hotels. Sometimes with the help of my adorable, now bare, Visa card. Never a matter of wealth – not my own at least – whereas of being in the right place at the right moment. Those days are long gone, partly because with two children nobody is very eager to invite me to Paris or New York any more, partly because said Visa card lives now in Damiano’s toy wallet. But spoiled I remain.
This is why I decided to challenge myself, much like that time in Lyon when Michele challenged my pride and we had the most delicious kebab in the world from a place where I wouldn’t be caught dead eating.
We went camping.
It proved an awful idea for the following reasons:
four children under 4 years of age.
It was a fantastic idea for the following reasons:
the children had a blast
the places we visited were awesome (Lago di Ledro & Lago di Tenno)
the places were ridiculously close to home
we had delicious ice cream, well Katie and I did.
Damiano loved throwing stones into the lakes. He also had trouble assessing his strength.
we had yummy polenta
I had an inflatable mattress
Mr. Cheeks aka Santiago was a real angel, sleeping like a baby all the time.
the weather was great, as in, real summer, not like here
mosquitoes are adorable creatures, just ask Lisi.
we learned how to cope with difficulties together and overcome stressful situations (doesn’t matter that such difficulties and situations happen only by camping and that if we don’t ever go camping again we won’t need these newly acquired skills)