Some Christmas melancholy

I wake up and the snow reaches the window sill. All is white around the house… everywhere. I look outside and all I want is to go and play in the snow. The house is so warm. There is some food cooking in the stove. Smells so good. I must have breakfast before I go out and play.

See, there’s a tradition in our house. We all eat together. Nobody starts until we are all seated. I know, sounds uncanny. But it’s actually beautiful, it’s so personal. We are too busy nowdays. Everybody on its own.

I have my breakfast and I put on my jacket, my scarf, my woolen hat, my stockings and a pair of woolen pants. Ah and boots. Waterproof boots. I can barely move now and you can only see my eyes and nose. I can see myself so clearly now and it’s so funny. These memories are so precious.

And… I’m out in this snow paradise. You can’t see anything but snow. It covered everything over night. You can see here and there cat traces and their paws leaving prints in the snow. I bet it wasn’t something they want. Chicken are also inside, they didn’t go out yet. It’s not cold. Yet… Some nights will be so cold that everything will freeze and you’ll wake up to mirror like ice everywhere.

I room around, playing, imagining adventures and quests. It’s beautiful, it’s what every child is waiting for in the winter.

After a few days Christmas will be here. Oh, the Christmas tree, mom is coming, my uncle is coming, presents, cookies, that divine smell of Christmas specialities. I can’t wait. We usually buy a green tree and I decorate it. We add the lights and cotton at the end and boom! Christmas is here! Right here on the hallway of our house. Santa can come now. It’s freezing but I can’t take my eyes of the Christmas tree.

My mom is here. She and grandma are starting to prepare the food. My uncle will join later on and we’ll fight in the snow. More likely he’ll throw me in the snow. It’s always so good to have them all at home. My happiness has no limits. I remember waiting for them and listening to them so attentive when we are all at the table. Mmm… I smell something sweet. See, my grandma rarely bakes sweets, except pies and now it’s the time to have these awesome Christmas cookies.

Maybe that’s why Christmas was so special. We were keeping its traditions untouched and its charm, its uniqueness. We have dishes that we only eat on christmas. Of course, more than that, the entire family comes together.

I’ll spend Christmas Eve with my brother and we’ll go from house to house singing and people will give us sweets, nuts or fruits. Traditions that may seem ridiculous now but were so joyfull back then. The best part was that we get to watch movies till late and spend time together until 4 or 5 am when our grandparents will get us ready to go out and sing. We will snow fight of course, we will meet other children and we’ll come home with our bags full of goodies. Oh man the joy of those moments.

I used to be so naughty and search for the presents before Christmas. Most of the times I was lucky and found them and I had to act surprised on Christmas morning. Until they learned my ways and mom and grandma started to step up their game of hiding the presents.

We used to be so stuffed on Christmas day. Delicious food. And then we’ll just sit around the TV and watch Christmas movies. Real Christmas. Entire house smelled like Christmas, that smell that will never leave you.

I don’t know how many kids nowdays get to feel this Christmas spirit. Maybe back then I didn’t realize how much it meant, but I definitely do now, when my Christmas is so much different.

But I believe one thing. It’s about the spirit, it’s about being together. That’s the most important. Maybe I don’t bother that much but one day my family will see how I like to celebrate Christmas.

I just wrote this so fast with so many vivid memories passing through my mind.

Merry Christmas Everyone! Let it be love and peace!

It’s all love and Christmas shenanigans. Peace!


Sri Lankan Adventures Day 1

We land finally and I can’t wait to escape the formalities and go outside. It’s 20.00 in Colombo. I’m tired but excited.

Finally out. It was raining and the air is so fresh (behind the multitude of people waiting outside the airport). It’s humid and warm and I am instantly in love with the weather! Don’t get too much of this feeling in Dubai.

We find a ride to Unawatuna, the final destination. I thought it will be closer, but what the snack! It’s almost a 4 hours drive!!! Captain sleeps for a while because he can sleep anywhere. Even in the water. Put him in the ocean and he will sleep. I wish I could, also, but I am looking through the dark to see more of this new place and thousands of thoughts cross my mind. How’s the hotel, how’s the room, the bathroom, the pool, the beach, how we will spend our time, how big is an elephant, are there any whales, did I pack everything, etc, etc?

I have a crazy mind, never stops thinking. I can’t rest, I can’t relax, I can’t focus. Snack! Somebody cut my head off! I will enjoy my holiday headless.

After ages (so it seemed) we reach the hotel. No lights. But this is the one… Only a guard. We ask him if we can check-in. A moment of suspense… pam pa bam pa bam pa bam paaaaa baaam pabababam.

Out of nowhere the manager appears (he’s very nice and later we found out he’s been working in Dubai for 10 years), we check in, we reach the room and we settle in. The room is nice and simple with clean bathroom and a big terrace. Couldn’t ask for more. Anyway we’re planning to be out most of the times. At least I plan that :))

I hug Captain and we both sleep until 1pm the second day, Tuesday, 6th of May. The Day! My Day!

We slowly move our corpses to have a late breakfast. We go to a small restaurant right on the beach and we have our food listening to the waves. Can’t believe I’m far away from the concrete city of Dubai, full of skyscrapers and highways. And I’m even farther from home…

We enjoy our food and the view of the ocean with its foamy azure waves, talking and joking. Then we decided to see the city. Galle.

The waiter stops a famous tuk tuk (a small, three-wheeled car, omnipresent in Sri Lanka) and we’re heading to the city.

Everything is so colorful. The small houses, people’s clothes, the trees and the tuk tuks.

We reach the city and we go around. I see a small bar and I drag Captain in. I order a local beer, Lion, 675 ml and to my surprise it’s pretty good! Of course I get tipsy after more than half a liter of beer :)) but the city walk becomes more interesting.

We leave the bar and randomly walk around. I’m dancing in the middle of the street to Captain’s entertainment. Suddenly I see this nice, original looking shop for clothing. Inside you can actually see a team of women manufacturing the clothes. All around there are hand made objects, or antiques. There are nice paintings on the walls and it looks a lot better than any other shop in the biggest malls. Of course I buy something, it’s my birthday. I go for a backless t-shirt, hand sewed, handed in a newspaper bag sewed by the ladies as well. Done with the shopping, I’m not here for it!

We continue our walk and small drops of warm rain start to drop. I don’t know if it’s the beer, the rain, the shirt but I’m happy. I’m careless for some precious moments.

As we walk we are approached by a kind-hearted looking old man. He’s asking us where we come from, how long we’ll stay, what we’ve seen until now. Not much, obviously, so he’s giving us a few tips. We find out that he’s sri lankan, but he teaches astrology  in Calcutta, India. His son lives in Los Angeles and his daughter and rest of the family in Sri Lanka. We want to stop for a tea and we’d like him to join us but he refuses. He needs to go back to his family.

We have our tea talking about him and how nice he’s been to us. We continue our walk through the city, visiting gem factories (they have so many precious stone mines in Sri Lanka, and beautiful gems), small temples and the old Dutch Fort.

We have a lovely dinner at one of the restaurants in the Dutch Fort. I’m tired but I have a silly relaxed smile on my face. Across the street there’s a crepes restaurant so after we finish our dinner we order some crepes for take-away and we head back to the hotel.

Once back I tell Captain “I’ll take the champaign and we’ll go to the beach to have a walk”. He agrees. I put on my hand-made t-shirt and off we go. It’s dark and cool, and the ocean sound restless. I open the champaign, jumping around, have a few sips and take Captain by the paw and lead him along the beach.

As we are walking and talking about the day’s “adventures”, a cold, dead-serious rain starts to pour. Not just pouring but chasing us back to the hotel. First we walked, then we ran, laughing like crazy and shouting at each other, through the moaning of the ocean and the mumbling of the rain, how we never ever had a night like this :))

We reach to the hotel soaking wet, take a shower, go out on the terrace and enjoy our crepes and the rest of the champaign (me).

Epic day 🙂 (don’t have pictures better than these, camera was resting in the hotel room, as it did the rest of the holiday).

not clear just like my head

not clear just like my head


yoga skills


Facade of a temple


viva la vida


now that’s a big buddha


the dance of happiness next to the temple


inside the shop


original decorations


just a house


walking my walk


dance of happiness part 2


my guide (who shamelessly asked for money at the end and even complained at the amount)


who’s this?


I’m sorry i didn’t bring my camera


I am the marked one


all about Gods


ancient wall paintings