But to me, it’s a card, and a letter inside. It has so many words, and I posted the picture of the text, just so you can see. It’s something in between, but I don’t get many letters, so why not? It’s a letter to me! 😀
A Letter From Austria
MissSweetLady answered my question about her childhood. I asked her to tell me a little bit more about her childhood memories, and there she is, writing a lot about it!
I loved her story about her grandmother, even though it is a little bit sad, but those moments are the ones that change us as a person and make us grow and realize things.
Sometimes, I wish I could always stay a kid.
Like Peter Pan!
Thank you, MissSweetLady, for the wonderful letter.
It reminded me of my travels, of my wandering around the cities. Some cities full of life and people, and some of them quiet and unnoticed. It reminded me how I walk around, looking both sides, and trying to find something in common with all the buildings surrounding me. Trying to find a single clue in the architecture, that will prove me that that country has one way of building things.
It reminds me of my walks in Valbonne, France , where parks are green and people are happy. Where they smile at each other for no reason and they wander around the city every day, for years. It reminds me of the smell of the cheese on the Friday market, the warm baguette and the olives.
It reminds me of the street of Salzburg, Austria, where Mozart’s house is. The ice-cream shop right opposite from that, where they put you more chocolate cream that you ever hoped for. The children running around, with their fingers sticky from the ice-creams they ate.
It reminds me of Genova, Italy, and the Juliet’s balcony. The shop for love stuff right on the corner, and the millions of locks there, reminding me how lucky I am. All the names written on the walls, and all the people kissing each other right there, where the most famous love story happened a long time ago.
And in the end, it reminds me of Skopje, Macedonia, my city, where people are always in hurry, but you can still see some random faces sitting in the park and enjoying life. The taste of the cold beer on a sunny day, and the songs in your head, telling you everything will be okay.
