Cold hands, warm heart

I wonder, does absence really make the heart grow fonder? Or is that just some lousy phrase to make lonely hearts feel comforted? Well I guess it all depends. In some ways I appreciate nostalgia. It gives me a warm feeling to remember past comforts. And I refuse to believe that those same comforts can’t be discovered again and renewed. I don’t believe anything is lost forever, sometimes you just have to work extra hard to find it again.

This weekend was nice. Friday Lucy and I explored a new part of Madrid and found a few exciting nooks that we'll be revisiting. Saturday I stayed in Eurovillas. There was a good group of people about and someone brought a guitar to the center and we had sing-a-longs. Somehow I ended up alone singing "Wonderwall" by Oasis. But, despite having accomadated a pair of gloves and extra scarf from the kind Spanish folk, the cold was too much for me to handle and I called it quits at 3am.

It's Sunday afternoon. 7 degrees (celsius) and I’m longing for sunny days. Cold weather does mean at least one good thing is around the corner though-CHRISTMAS! The decorations are out. And I have my own baby tree. I’m happy Christmas isn’t any less hallmarked over here than in the US. I wouldn’t feel right without the corny Santa Claus statues springing up all over the house. I'm sure gonna miss my mom's delicious Christmas cookies though.

Off to make a cup of hot chocolate and watch Love Acually.

Ciao!

P.S. I'm still waiting for Spanish romance...does that even exist?