I watch more TV or
lose myself in a screen,
far away from real life
and authentic people.
Tag: <span>traditions</span>
Wandering around the Albuquerque Airport Terminal, after learning my flight had been delayed four hours, I heard an announcement: “If anyone in the vicinity of Gate A-4 understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately.”
Happy eggs, from healthy chickens, don’t need artificial food colors. No reason to waste money on store-bought coloring tablets if you have an old pair of stockings at home and some onions in the pantry.
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Last year, we received four Christmas cards, and two of them were commercial advertisements. I miss getting letters and cards in the mail. Nowadays, our mailbox is full of flyers and promotions, as well as chain letters, for millions of valued customers like us (who aren’t valued at all). It stinks!
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Chocolate bunnies are as much a part of Easter as chocolate eggs but that was not always the case. In the past, the bunnies were made of sugar. I remember the red bunny, so shiny, sitting on the corner of the desk in my room.
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A couple gets married and receives a ham as a gift from a nearby farmer. The young wife cuts off both ends of the ham and puts them in a container.
The young husband watches her and asks: “Why are you cutting off the edges?”
Christmas is approaching, the most beautiful celebration of the year for many. Many years ago, a friend of mine asked how Christmas used to be celebrated in Tyrol, Austria, and so a reflective journey into a bygone era that was very different from today began. Not much has changed in how Christmas is celebrated. With my friend’s permission, I have translated the interviews and will post them on my blog on different days.
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In less than two weeks on November 7th, I will celebrate my 60th birthday and I am struggling. Not so much with the number itself, even though I don’t completely understand how it happened. Wasn’t it just a couple of years ago that I celebrated being 50 years young?
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A couple of months ago I posted about Hiking with the Cows. The time in Austria, Germany, Switzerland, and South Tyrol when the cattle leaves the farms to spend the summer high up in the alpine pastures, and now, with the beginning of fall, it’s time to get them back home.
Softly falls the snow,
Quiet and frozen rests the lake.
Christmas-like sparkles the forest:
Rejoice! The Christkind* will soon be here.