Oh yes, I did.
I had that beautiful pastelito refugiado (that I picked up yesterday at Porto’s , she said proudly).
For breakfast!
With a hot cup of coffee.
In front of that delicious crackling fire.
And I sat. And didn’t speak.
And just decadently read my book.
And when the kids woke up they joined me.
With their books.
And there we sat. In silence.
The three of us with our pasteles and books.
Just reading and being and enjoying the fire.
With no agenda.
My Visiting Lovelies are in San Francisco and I had some designs to finish, so I opted out of the No Cal part of the trip. And gave myself permission to do nothing until about noon.
And my brain was incredibly grateful that I gave it the morning off.
And now that I’ve come down from that crazy, restless high of frenzied sightseeing madness ("and-on-your-left-is-the-famous-Hollywood-sign") I’m almost a nice person.
Almost.
One more pastelito should do it. 😉
Marta, I am tired…so tired from reading all you have done. Mi’ja, have four pastelitos…You deserve it.
That sounds so cozy and delicious. I wish I had been in my pj’s, book in hand by your side. I was a bit surprised by the fire, though. I forget that not everyone is sweaty from the heat and humidity here! I also had that feeling of surprise when I saw the lovely Lucy wearing a scarf in your shot of Hollywood.Can you say ego-centric?
Loving you from the jungle,
Nora
Cariie-Thanks. I will just tell everyone that you gave me permission. =D
Nora-
It is cold and foggy in our world. But I taught my cousin to say “hazy” – it’s just that when she said “fog” with her thick Cuban accent, it didn’t come out sounding quite like it should. =D
Miss you.
Marti