I'm sorry, I just don't know how to summarize. Yeah, I'm the most terrible blogger ever :(

My mum always says that I am a witch. Only because my great-grandmother and my grandmother were, and my mum is. I find it funny, so I don't care much. I'm a 4th generation witch, apparently.

My great-grandmother became a widower with 5 daughters and a son. My great-grandfather was a sailor and his ship sank, and since his body was never found, not even the smallest remains of the vessel, my great-grams did not receive any pay. She was a widow, but not officially. (Laws have changed a lot, luckily enough. I live in this village by the sea and I can tell loads of sad stories, but well, that's a theme for another blog). However, she managed to provide for her family working really hard.

4 of her daughters (my grams being one of them) became widowers at a very early stage of their lives, so they moved again with my great-grams carrying a lot of children with them, mainly girls, among them my mum. So they lived like 5 adult women and 10 children together, sleeping like Charlie Bucket's grandparents (for real). No doubt they were really close, and they still are. And they kinda developed a especial bond, guessing ability transferring from old to young. My great-grams became blind when old (she lived 101 years) and there was something magic in her hands. Well, that is really difficult to explain, but since I was a small kid I always felt funny when I was around her :)

So, my mum always tells me how my great-grams, my grams and her sisters had this ability to guess things that were going to happen, only because they dreamt about them or became obsessive with them :idea: According to my mum, my grams was an extraordinary guesser, but that I can't really tell. However, my mum guesses a lot, and she is always right I can promise. They are like narrow guesses, but at the same time there is something that tells me that it is not a coincidence. For instance, last night, she dreamt about dead people and she woke up repeating that sleeping of the dead brings news from the alive. I was like rolling my eyes, because I dream every night, I mean, I always remember what I dream, but my mum insists that she can tell when one of the dreams is going to be the one.

Well, (points downwards to previous blog) the day before yesterday I became obsessed with that commercial and its song. I've been humming it ever since. I kept watching and rewatching it on youtube because it reminded me of Galicia and some good friends I have there. I cried a lot. I gave it no importance at all. I'm weird like that, remember? :wink: Yesterday afternoon I was writing some kinky bits for "Consequences" thread and chatting with Kewlz, my headphones on and the celtic song playing once and again. Suddenly the door bell rang, and those very same Galician people I had been thinking about showed at my door. They went through a 10 hour drive to come visit.

It was a great afternoon. We cried a lot, laughed a lot, told the same old memories we always do, took loads of pictures and spend such a nice time together. They spent the night and left this morning. My mum told me the "I told you so". She knew we would have news from the alive. And she remembered me how I had been bugging her (and bf, and friends, and people at work and you all) about the commercial :lol:. I really gave it a second thought because it is not the first time that this happens to me. It actually happens usually, but I thought it was normal since it has always been there.

Now I think I may be a 4th generation witch. I like the idea. That would explain quite a lot of things like my weirdness, my love for owly hours or my big nose and pointed hat (ahahaha, kidding) :D. So if you ever see me riding a broom with my cat, cooking some potion and dancing naked around a bonfire, just don't pay me any attention. That's what I am supposed to do.