First of all I want to apologise for not writing lately it was Christmas, I had a wonderful Christmas followed with a terrible flu and I have been very emotional, just because many many many years ago I have been in a very big family, well not that big but it has been the first Christmas in 13 years where I witnessed once again happy holidays and a festive Christmas with the family loving and happy, ohhh wow it was magical but it made me emotional, it brought back memories I have not wanted to recall and tried to avoid during Christmas time every year. I love Christmas time, I forgot how I do not particularly prefer Christmas day itself because Im normally alone.
This year I entered Christmas day with the most amazing family, we had dinner, laughed so much and I finally received a present I did not have to buy myself, it means so much to me, I am sad but really happy, maybe overwhelmed and not used to this anymore, dear I have difficulty asking any human being for any type of help.... it came in handy over the years, I can change plugs, tile floors, fix my own tumble dryer if I did not know I buy a book to help me, in my vocabulary EVERYTHING is do-able, well not in a sexual type of way but uffffff, you know what I mean....
Now I want to recall back beautiful memories and tell you about the gifts first that might seem strange to all of you that I just came in and placed, added and decorated in Ronchi78, its really funny and ohhhh I loved every second of it and nobody stopped me, Giacomo just stood aside and watched as I started to decorate starting with a cookbook followed by a Vuvuzela then an abundance of Vuvuzelas.............. and the story continues......
Within my second week in Milan and Ronchi78 I took the Metro to Duomo station for the reason to visit the Duomo, I walked around in the station and saw a shop selling Vuvuzelas, ohhh dear I immediately thought about Ronchi78 as well as Giacomo, he called me Vuvuzela and even mimicked holding a vuvuzela in his hand making the sound every time he saw me hehehehe.....
So I bought a Vuvuzela and took it to Ronchi78 at once.
When I entered Ronchi78 and Giacomo saw the Vuvuzela ohh dear he was like a little boy he took it and walked around not being able to look me in the eyes because he was happy, I could see the gratitude and gratitude is absolutely beautiful to me, I love giving when what is given is appreciated. I then left to go to Duomo just savoring the memory... it was wonderful...
My next gift to ROnchi78 was then another 8 Vuvuzelas, at that time I bonded very much with the football team and had so much fun that I forgot that I had to fly away from Italy, I stayed in Italy but the morning before I was supposed to leave Italy, I bought all the football players each a Vuvuzela and took it to Ronchi78.... I know it was strange.... I could not properly communicate with these people but I buy them presents, but It felt so good I was so happy..
The following monday I surprised Ronchis by visiting and letting Giacomo as well as max know that I stayed and never left, I was really happy and then I went and bought Ronchi78 a little Christmas tree.
Every dsy I entered Ronchis decorating it with something new, pretty christmas balls, christmas decorations, christmas socks, lights I even bought little cafe cups from Germany you name it, I got it, Giacomo said nothing he just kept quiet as I decorated, even the puppet lady that is placed in one corner of the restaurant (I call nonna) got a new apron and a shef hat engraved with the name Ronchi78 on it.
Ahhhh I loved it, I absolutely enjoyed every second of it decorating, choosing the decorations ahhh it was wonderful, to finish I bought a wish box and filled it with Ferrero chocolates too, Still not really communicating just eye contact, smiling and decorating hahahaha, yes it was the strangest situation, I was just following my heart and I was happy, really happy so it was all good.
After decorating in the evenings as I left Ronchi78 there was a man selling roses and he begged me to please buy roses from him, I buaght three. As I was on my way back to my hotel I noticed an old lady with her husband, walking hand in hand late at night peeping through a jewellery shops window explaining to her husband in Italian about some jewelry piece she liked.
I then suddenly stopped and decided to give this lady my roses, I first smelled them once again, walked right up to her and held it out to her, she first refused because she thought I wanted money for it but she took them when she investigated me quickly up and down looking at how I was dressed. Everybody in Milan wants to give you roses but wants money afterwards, I know its cruel, the first time some guy came to me, offered me roses and I smiled saying thank you then he told me forcefully how much he wanted for them so I was sad and gave them back at once. Afterwards I thought about how lovely it would be receiving roses without having to pay for them, I did later on I received 5 roses and I hung them in Ronchi78, hehehehehe.
I don't know what it is about Ronchis that draws me in so much, its unexplainable, its a very strange situation.... which I really do not want to analyze right now.
Noooo Im going to keep the analyzing for January, its still Christmas month..... ohh yesssss.
Christmas itself was wonderful and for me to explain it, I would have to lie, for me it was a memory so precious no money will be able to buy it......
This world may have thieves in it, it may have killers in it Thank GOD it does not have memory thieves in it, ohhhh dear, no no no that would be terrible....
I am sorry if my writing this time is not so amusing or funny, the reasons being are feelings of overwhelming emotions and a flu....
I will write again soon......
Ronchi78
