While the grown ups had apero (and I snatched a smoked meat feuilletee of Sylvia every now and then from the table, they were soooooooo good!), I first time in my life agreed to be put into a walking craddle! Well, the incentive definitely was to be with cousin Marco and trying all his toys! However I did not expect that he snachted things out of my hand again, after all he is only half my age now! He too is incredibly strong, just as I am!
Aunt Sylvia was great, we did a lot of playing together!
My first Christmas Pastete made by Grandpapa Ruedi! I only looked at it, particularely the horses on the decoration - next year I will also try!
I sit on the bench like the grown ups! However still preferring milk to wine!
Then the candles on the tree were lit! It was very beautiful!
And then we got many presents, and my cousin and I were always hoping to get even more of them! The very best presents I got are NEW books and - from uncle Adi - a coconut as a souvenir from Kimweri Avenue! Also the music stars I got from Nonna and Grandpapa are great, I have now a new toy to wake up Mama with! Thank you all very very much!
I have been writing short stories since living away from my home country Switzerland. Living abroad is the encounter of the difference, seeking to understand it, appreciating it. Travelling is searching for the moments, the people, the landscapes. Writing it down is trying to save the moments for longer. The stories you want to tell your grandchildren when you will be old.
The pleasure of traveling – moving – is most often found in the smallest of details. The big splashes are always remembered. But it is the collection of smaller, more intimate moments that often define the memory of a trip!
Enjoy!
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