Originally posted on La Tertulia On The Menu:
It’s Sunday. Not any Sunday, but a good autumn Sunday. It’s raining outside, but wine and electric braziers warm the dinning-room, and there are lots of happy faces around the counter, deeply engaged in cheerful conversations, everlasting discussions or love talks. Hustle and bustle, smokers jam at the…
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Sometimes, homesickness.
Homesickness? Who, me? No, thanks. But sometimes… …. Sometimes a glint, a change in the light makes me thing of other places, like the dawn or the dusk on a hot-hot day from my grandma’s front porch. It is the nose sometimes. The smell of wood burning brings me the winter in mum’s, the old … Continue reading