I hate the false sentiment and cheer of the commercial Christmas season. I hate it with a passion. For years now I have been able to escape to Lourdes, France which, at that time of the year, is a perfectly calm and almost abandoned town, totally different from the high season's hustle and bustle, and almost devoid of Italians. Frequent Lourdes visitors will understand what I mean by that.
No longer. We had it seen coming for a long time, but this year there were three inscriptions only. So, no trip. But what the heck, I have absolutely splendid and deep memories of the events and of the fantastic people I met there for the many years I could go there, and in this life, nothing lasts for ever.
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Maybe, just maybe, I'll make the trip alone. But that will not be the same anyway.
Ik hoop uit de grond van mijn hart dat J.V. bijzonder slecht slaapt tussen 23 en 27 december !
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