I’m on a plane once again and I close my eyes and look back to the summer that has just ended. I’m a summer person – I suppose due to being born in Mozambique where we had warm weather almost all year long – so I long for Spring and Summer, strongly dislike autumn and really dread the winter months. In April and May I feel that delightful expectation of the summer months to come, and September, even if the …
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We were having dinner at my place and I asked her to tell me about her love story – definitely the most special love story of her life. And she told me. …. He was one of the most handsome men in the small country town by the beach where she used to spend her holidays. He belonged to a family of the local gentry and was widely known as ladies’ man; he was some five years older than her …
There it is. Another month of August is over. No other month leaves me with such a nostalgic feeling of time gone by too quickly. No other month has ever given me this need to hold time prisoner in my hands and make it stop. And it has been like this for a long time. Not back in Mozambique, though. August there was a winter month, even if our winter there was mild for all standards. But since we came …
In summer everything is different, special, spicier…but Friday summer evenings are even more so, the promise of a sunny weekend to come. Last Friday I was really looking forward to getting out of the city and arriving at our quiet seaside village, sitting down on a terrace and relax while sipping a drink and looking at the sun setting over the sea. I got home from work and hastily packed up the rest of my things – I was half-packed already …
It’s seven am of a glorious summer day and I’m catching the train on my way to a work meeting in the North. As I sit at the window I notice that two young girls – around thirteen and eleven, are trying to accommodate their heavy bags in the luggage compartment, the elder taking care of things while the younger helps. Then I hear some havoc outside the window and when I look I see a couple, their parents for …
During our summer holidays at the Savoy Hotel (among the three or four best five-star hotels in Madeira), we went out every night so we didn’t really get much sleep as we had to be at breakfast before ten. So on Sunday evenings we never went out, not only because most of the bars and discos were closed but because we needed to rest as well. We took the night “off” to go to bed early. On one of these …