My Silent Week

Last week my cousin passed away.

She was 38.

She had a breast cancer.

I will always love her…



On my way to the funeral I bought these.

First Thing in the Morning

In spite my love for coffee. And that I can’t imagine my morning, day or evening without it. The first thing in the morning is not a cup of that divine drink.

The first thing I do in the morning (besides going to the bathroom) is feeding my cats.

And then goes coffee.

A cup after a cup…

Sharing my last night’s dinner: chicken wings. Yes I’m a carnivore. Nom nom.

What’s the first thing in the morning you do?

No Internet and Beaujolais Nouveau

Due to some new constructions in my area I have no internet access at home. Yes, it’s possible in such country that I live in. I try to catch up with my favorite blogs at work, however I have not much time for it. I MISS MY FRIENDS SO MUCH.

On the wine thing.

At one past midnight on the third Thursday of each November, from little villages and towns like Romanèche-Thorins, over a million cases of Beaujolais Nouveau begin their journey through a sleeping France to Paris for immediate shipment to all parts of the world. Banners proclaim the good news: Le Beaujolais Nouveau est arrivé! "The New Beaujolais has arrived!" One of the most frivolous and animated rituals in the wine world has begun.

By the time it is over, over 65 million bottles, nearly half of the region's total annual production, will be distributed and drunk around the world. It has become a worldwide race to be the first to serve to this new wine of the harvest. In doing so, it has been carried by motorcycle, balloon, truck, helicopter, Concorde jet, elephant, runners and rickshaws to get it to its final destination. It is amazing to realize that just weeks before this wine was a cluster of grapes in a growers vineyard. But by an expeditious harvest, a rapid fermentation, and a speedy bottling, all is ready at the midnight hour. By French law, Beaujolais Nouveau is to be released no earlier than the third Thursday of November.

Every year our one of my favorite wine bars was open for this amazing feast of the new wine. As you see the dress code was The Beret. I loved the event, the company and the wine.

What kind of wine you will be enjoying this weekend?
Do you like Beaujolais Nouveau?

Weekend Pleasures

COFFEE

The Film (I never thought I could enjoy it as much as the book)

Some fancy Cola (a gift from my friend)

A dinner with fiends on our porch (I had a salad)

I hope you had a lovely weekend as well.

I guess it was the last sunny weekend here...

I smell winter, do you?

Blaaah

Three days of work feels like a decade...

My suitcases are still unpacked.

He doesn’t help :))

After the Holidays. The Good and the Bad.

I‘m back.

God, I feel great. Yet, I feel awful as well...

Almost two weeks I did absolutely nothing:

Enjoyed warmth and sun, swam in the sea, lounged by the pool, reading books.

Did some shopping.

Went to the dessert.

Spend some time in the yacht.

Rode a camel.

Drank lots of free wine.

And I ATE.

And I ate good and I ate crap. Lots of it. Every time I entered any type of restaurant I promised myself to be cool… sometimes I managed just to enjoy food, but usually I felt guilty having any of it.

And I have gained weight. I try to avoid the scale like a plague (we had one in our hotel room) but my jeans tell me – I’ve gained some fat… that’s frustrating…

I haven’t eaten today.

I try to escape that after-holiday depression, but at the moment I fell so sad; I have no idea how to go back to being myself...

And I miss my blog FRIENDS!!!!!!!!

I’m still on holiday

I’m still in the south. My one week holiday had changed into a two week vocation. The internet here costs 50$ a day!!! That’s crazy. I managed to capture some of it in one of the restaurants, but it’s so slow it takes ages for the page to open. So I am aware of things that are going on in my friends’ blogs. I’m just not able to comment or post anything. Hope to catch up with you soon.