It´s here!

Last weekend I woke up just to merrily exclaim:

“It´s here! It´s here!”and then, turning around to shake The Gentle One´s shoulder. " Hey, wake up. C´mon, you´re going to miss it!"

As the poor little thing is quite used to my silly enthusiast behaviour sometimes, he patiently opened his eyes and looked through the window, where my finger were pointing at the moment.

He sat himself in the bed then and had to rub his eyes to ensure it wasn´t a dream.

“Gosh” He said. "Why didn´t you wake me before? It is here!"

"Finally!" I added triumphantly.

This year higlights

My calendar reminded me it is time for another monthly round-up this week, but for December I thought it could be interesting to forget about my last month adventures and simply talk about this year´s highlights instead.

And gosh, this year has gone by so quickly! 

I can´t believe 2014 is almost over and we are getting ready for 2015. The truth is I can´t actually complain about it, as this has been a very positive period for me. Of course there are some little things I would like to have solved better, but today I want to focus on all the other small good moments and share them with you.
My 2014 highlights have been...

Nibble, nibble, gnaw, Who is nibbling at my little house?

I don´t know about you guys, but there is something on Victorian houses (specially on little Victorian houses) that makes me think of fairy tales. To be specific, of Hansel & Gretel. 

I mean, yes, I know the witch lived by herself on a chocolate house,

NOT on a Victorian house. Nevertheless, my childish imagination tended

to picture a little cute Victorian house hidden in the forest. I don´t know why exactly was that, but I suppose my grandma´s 1860 house built on the edge 

of the woods had something to do with it.

Of course there was nothing "witchy" about my grannie (nothing of the wicked witch type, anyway). However, for some reason, her house resembled the 

candy house and since that moment, every little Victorian house reminds me of

fairy tales.

Botanic garden

Look twice at this picture: it´s me, on a sundress AND ponytails! 

How this hapenned? As a standard rule I don´t wear sundresses or ponytails at all.

In my homeland the weather is not that warm in the Summer with the exception of one or two weeks a year, so I basically limited my hot season options to average fabrics and full length hair over there. Indeed, I had never needed to wear the classic cotton maxi dress back in the north of Spain.

Sutu palace

As many other fans of Gothic fiction and Victorian horror stories, I must admit I feel some kind of weird attraction about haunted places. Well, or more exactly about places that look like haunted places but maybe lack of the scary factor: the ghost emerging in the next corner to scare the shit out of you. That´s pretty much because I am the kind of windy person and, as I have previously told you, I can get totally terrified by the same books and films I love. 

Murphy´s law for everyone

When I was a school girl I found a bit difficult to understand abstract physical laws and concepts, unless practical exemplification was providen. To be exact, I would NOT believe in any kind of principle I couldn´t see with my own little eyes. I was a midget skeptical, if you please, and this frequently produced a good dose of fun in the family meetups.

Victorian deviations

One of my favourite deviations hobbies consists on looking for places where I can sit, have a good cup of tea, and pretend I am the first beta-tester for a time machine prototype to be successfully transported to some point between 1900 and 1929. Well, yes, that can be considered a little weird, but you weren´t expecting anything different from me, were you?

Valentine, the ruins are no place for you to play

Weather has been acting like a bipolar psychiatric patient lately.

That means that most of the times my early morning plans go totally ruined just before lunch, as the sun tends to dissapear quickly and be replaced by heavy rain.

So as soon as I realized it was improving a bit during last weekend, The Gentle One and I jumped from the coach (we had been spending a good dose of our spare time by watching movies, which was the only thing you could actually do on this weather) and went for a long walk through the city.