The weekend has been flavoured with Christmas throughout.
Mulled wine, Christmas tea and saffron buns with Charming J as I got one of her spontaneous texts, suggesting to meet up on Saturday afternoon. As always lovely to see her and we managed a soft catch up in between Christmas shopping and Christmas concert.
Pizza (OK, there was nothing christmassy with the pizza) with my six year old goddaughter T and Lovely L. T is now the age when she will most likely remember the things we do so we better start doing things worth remembering. The dinner was a prelude to a Christmas concert by the female choir who has the honour of having my sister as one of the soprano voices. It was a full on lucia procession and the traditional Christmas songs, including some of my British favourites. Top score in all categories. T's sharp observations amuzed both Lovely L and I. I can see that we will have a lot of fun as she continues growing up.
A Sunday spent outdoors in a beautiful snowy city, walking to the Grand Hôtel for a treat from someone who once had a direct access to my heart. Although the treat was perfect, there was something not quite right. I was brought back to something that no longer is; circumstances which were real when the gift was given to me. I was left with a sadness from dreams I believed in that were brutally crushed.
I left the Grand Hôtel and the busy lounge filled with Nobel guests and without a particular plan I strolled between Christmas lights and shop windows filled with Santas. A call from Adorable and ten minutes later we met up in the posh department store. A big advantage of Stockholm. Nothing is very far away. We spent the next hour discussing life questions as we zigzagged between glassware and toys. For people around us we were probably out Christmas shopping. But for us, the shopping was secondary. Like popcorn at the cinema. You don't go to the cinema to eat popcorn, but they are a welcome side dish to the film.
The Christmas activities continued as I had a rendez-vous with a couple of girls at the most classical coffee shop in my neighbourhood.
So what would be a good way to wrap up the weekend, without changing the flavour? A classical movie like "Breakfast at Tiffany's" or "Doctor Zhivago" perhaps...
Mulled wine, Christmas tea and saffron buns with Charming J as I got one of her spontaneous texts, suggesting to meet up on Saturday afternoon. As always lovely to see her and we managed a soft catch up in between Christmas shopping and Christmas concert.
Pizza (OK, there was nothing christmassy with the pizza) with my six year old goddaughter T and Lovely L. T is now the age when she will most likely remember the things we do so we better start doing things worth remembering. The dinner was a prelude to a Christmas concert by the female choir who has the honour of having my sister as one of the soprano voices. It was a full on lucia procession and the traditional Christmas songs, including some of my British favourites. Top score in all categories. T's sharp observations amuzed both Lovely L and I. I can see that we will have a lot of fun as she continues growing up.
A Sunday spent outdoors in a beautiful snowy city, walking to the Grand Hôtel for a treat from someone who once had a direct access to my heart. Although the treat was perfect, there was something not quite right. I was brought back to something that no longer is; circumstances which were real when the gift was given to me. I was left with a sadness from dreams I believed in that were brutally crushed.
I left the Grand Hôtel and the busy lounge filled with Nobel guests and without a particular plan I strolled between Christmas lights and shop windows filled with Santas. A call from Adorable and ten minutes later we met up in the posh department store. A big advantage of Stockholm. Nothing is very far away. We spent the next hour discussing life questions as we zigzagged between glassware and toys. For people around us we were probably out Christmas shopping. But for us, the shopping was secondary. Like popcorn at the cinema. You don't go to the cinema to eat popcorn, but they are a welcome side dish to the film.
The Christmas activities continued as I had a rendez-vous with a couple of girls at the most classical coffee shop in my neighbourhood.
So what would be a good way to wrap up the weekend, without changing the flavour? A classical movie like "Breakfast at Tiffany's" or "Doctor Zhivago" perhaps...
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