Sorry, it ended up being too long.

Oh my, those family get-togethers. As fun and as crazy as they can be. It wasn't that long since Suz and I were talking about them. I bet we all have that funny member of the family who tells loads of jokes, that other one who gets funny when tipsy, that other one who tells the same stories and anecdotes once and again, and we still love to listen to them, that other one who insists on doing all the job, that other one who blatantly skives off... :lol:

We may be family, but we are also a group of individuals with different characters, opinions and life s t y l e s. It is nice to get together, but it requires a great effort to get along and contribute to a nice mood. I like such meetings, but they are exhausting. Nothing really like home :wink:

Calvin and Hobbes is propriety fo Bill Watterson and Universal Press Syndicate.

Calvin is determined to have some rest. Despite scary monsters not acknowledging their presence, he decides to lie as well and threaten them with his superpower guns, to be allowed some sleep. He both imagines the worry and the solution. His creative mind is awesome like that :D

On the personal side, and in case you are wondering what peaches have to do with my blog today, I just lost my favourite auntie. She died yesterday and it sucks. So, that's one of the reasons why I haven't been much on lately. Now I'm kinda fine. I freaked out when I was broken the news that she was admitted in the hospital ina terminal state, because I hated the idea of her suffering. But she was unconscious for most of the time and died peacefully, so I guess that was the better outcome and what we all were wishing for.

Aside with other problems, this was one of the reasons why I really wasn't in the mood for chatting, because as soon as anyone would ask me how I was, I would have started crying. And I didn't want to ruin you guys the fun. However, I totally screwed it with Lia, Kate and Jenn the other day and felt terribly bad afterwards. I know that you guys were trying to be supportive and everything, but I still I wasn't ready to talk about it, and then I felt guilty. I was trying to play strong for my mum, but I just happen to need my tears too :(

Now that everything is over I'm much better. Yesterday I saw her. She died with a smile in her face that she still kept. It was pretty comforting. I spent all the day at the morgue and this morning we attended the burial and we will attend her funeral in the afternoon. So I will join you guys soon. I would like to thank every one who pm-ed me showing your concern. You all know who you are. I would love to give special thanks to Blu and Jen, for listening to me and allowing me to spend the night over. And a truly huge THANK you to Lia and Kate, for breaking through the cocoon and getting to my heart. I Love you all guys to bits :D

Oh, the peaches, right. I don't really eat much fruit. Apart from cherries and watermelon, I hardly grab a bite of any other fruit, which freaks my mum out. She insists that I should eat fruit and I know that but ewwwww, I don't like it. Oh yeah, I happen to eat loads of strawberries at the WSDDFJ thread, but that as fictional as my kinky side, ahahahahahaha :lol:

Anyway, when I was a child I spent all the summer holidays (3 months no less) in this village where my auntie had a summer house. It was a small village but it was so quiet, that we could wander around with no risk whatsoever. There was no traffic and everybody knew each other so we, city kids, were amazed discovering a new world of country, cattle, agriculture and swimming pools, as a funny change from our beaches :)

Farmers used to load their trucks and sell their products out loud door by door. My auntie used to buy these yummy peaches, as yummy as only just picked fruit can be. I loved those peaches and she used to peel them for me. I could eat some 3 a day, which totally amazed my mum. So years passed, I grew up and spending the whole summer there wasn't an exciting option any more. However, my auntie kept on buying those peaches, and bringing some for me every summer. If my cousins went to spend one weekend, she asked them to send me over some peaches. If my parents went to spend some days there, she asked them to send me some peaches over. And when I went to spend some time there, she bought those peaches for me everyday. It's just an example of how caring and affectionate my auntie was. I love you, auntie Manoli. RIP. :)

This is the plaque with the name of the village where I spend my childhood summer holidays

Me (top second from the right) with my bro, cousins and some friends.