It's simple you see....they remind me of days when life was carefree...times when I did not worry for much...
they all stem from a trip or two from Germany most likely...
Like the bottle of Chianti I bought in Heidelberg with my dear friend Meredith....I did not even know what it was nor tasted a good Chianti at the time...just listened to Meredith's memories and somehow...they became mine
And then I fell in love with warmth of Gluhwein again with Meredith and bought a specialty bottle....they still sit in my house....reminding me of those days
I thought that I would consume them both once something grand happened to me - like when I finally purchased a home....I bought those bottle so, so very long ago....and still they sit in my house...reminding of those days.
And now my heart full of other convictions...so I no longer enjoy them like I used to...as I learned to while living in Argentina.....
But still I smile when I walk into the kitchen because they remind me of another time....my bottles of wine.
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