So, today is the day that I'm supposed to go to the library during the whole day. But it's 24 degrees Celsius out there in april, so what can you do? Exactly...sit outside.
There are even swallows flying over. This reminds me to make a list of favourite sounds in the world later on. The sound of swallows is pretty high on that list. It reminds me of carefree summerdays. Returning from a day on the beach. Stepping under the shower to wash the sand away. The smell of lotion on my burnt skin. Putting on a lovely summer dress and sandals to go out for dinner when the sun is going down. Haaa...how I long for vacation. I want to go to Italy, but I'm putting of the horrible searchwork on the internet, let alone thinking about how I'm going to pay for it all.
After spending 3 crazy days at work (including nightmare scenarios in which everything goes wrong) and also being away during the evenings it feels like I have to come down to earth after spending a year in chaotic space. Slowly waking up. Eating left-overs for breakfast and drinking filthy Senseo coffee because were out of our usual lovely-tasting bio coffee. Taking stock of the mess in my house. I have to do some groceries:
- croissants
- fresh fruits
- eggs
- peanut butter
- good coffee
I'm noticing a new obsession with food lately. It started when when boss's husband cooked for us during 3 days in Normandy. He is the best cook I know. The food is just simple, beautiful and pure. No funny stuff, just plain food and herbs and sauses and dressings in the exact combination of excellence and deliciousness. He did his shopping at the Lidl for crying out loud. If you can do that and still cook so heavenly it's just plain masterly. I love food when the taste is pure. When you have the time to study the delicious colours and textures and tastes. This is why I also love Nigella Lawson. She creates that awareness with food. And she doesn't give a shit about doing it by the rules or originally or gaining/losing weight. She just loves good food. And her descriptions of textures and tastes and colours are almost erotic.
Funny: while I'm writing this, I'm sitting on our flat roof in the sun and I'm looking into my neighbour's house. Since a few weeks I'm starting to become more aware about the people who live on my block. I still think it's weird that people are leading an entire life at a few feet and I don't know anything about them. So this neighbour is a big bulky man with a tattoo on his right bicep. He's listening to rock&roll music and all the while he's vacuuming and washing the dishes like mad, while singing to the music. And somewhere on my right I'm hearing a women's voice saying: "caliente!" I didn't know I had a Spanish speaking neighbour!
It's good to be back on earth.
