The weather was beautiful, and Sergei and I walked around town holding hands. It was a weekday, yet all the people were walking outside, enjoying the sunshine. It looked like a Sunday. We talked about how great that was, how these people didn't live to work. How they hadn't forgotten they had just one life to live. You go to Europe, and your eyes just relax from the beauty around you, and you see the people having wine with their lunch in the sun, and you wonder, Is every day here a holiday? In America, people go to the gym instead of having lunch.
Monday, February 21
strawberries.
From My Sergei by Ekaterina Gordeeva:
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Is this from that book about the ice skaters you got from that garage sale?
ReplyDeleteYep yep. Finally finished it :)
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