Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Twelve grapes

At midnight on New Year's Eve, church bells chime twelve times, once for each month of the year. People have twelve grapes in their hands, and they try to eat one grape for each chime. If you manage it, you're blessed for the next twelve months. 

It's a neat little tradition.

Being thinking a bit about this year. It's been a strange one, an interesting one, and ultimately a rich and rewarding one. I'm a bit numb at the moment, and my mind kind of flits in and out, but I'm pretty bloody grateful that I'm here. The novelty of travelling has mostly gone, and most of it is pretty mundane. But every once in a while, you get this little thrill at being in these strange new places. 

It's something I hope I never lose. 

I'm down to my last €4 euro, though, so it'll have to be window shopping and Burger King until my funds top up. I'd probably starve if it wasn't for Burger King. 

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Who is topping up your funds?

your brother

Connolly's agent said...

Miss Haversham. I've been told I'm a fellow of great expectations.

Anonymous said...

You would make a very good gentleman, if only you hd the funds.

Your brother

Connolly's agent said...

I actually did go into debt, much like young Master Pip. I got shouted at New Year's by this Aussie girl, but she left before my funds topped up. No debtor's jail for me.