In the glory of the World Gratitude Day (September 21th) and this amazing action
, I have decided to express my gratitude to Gypsy tribe
and Mirjana aka Rod, one of my favorite people in the world. I have made Greek Panzanella, slightly adapted from here
and Lemon Meringue pie, recipe taken from my dear friend Thelma or Mokosha, that writes this lovely blog
However, Mirjana had her birthday on 12th of September and I wanted to make her a surprise with the rest of our tribe. It was quite a surprise, a whole week passed after her birthday, but it is never too late for the feast, right?
We were missing my sister
, former Miss Fatty, Fatty. She is thin now and has so much more important stuff to do, chasing her two boys around. Being a Gypsy woman is not an easy thing, no, no!
Besides of food, wine, birthday I just wanted to say this:
My dear Gypsy tribe, THANK YOU for many years of:
-supporting my mindless ideas
-sharing stories, clothes, meals, beds, sleeping bags, shoes, dreams and visions
-(don’t forget) drinking as well
-making plan B when strategies fail
-falling in love
-singing like nobody hears
-believing in fairy tales
-and making up our own
Here are some photos of us in the south of Portugal, doing all of the listed (and more):
Our feast lasted 6 hours.
Panzanella is gone.
Pie is gone.
A lot of wine has mysteriously disappeared.
We were screaming like crazy.
And talking at the same time.
Mirjana has got a new pair of earrings and massage.
And endless amount of joy and gratitude.
I love reunions. ❤ ❤ ❤
P. S. Say Thankyouthankyouthankyou. Every day! Make somebody smile. Join the action.
P. P. S. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING 😀 😀 😀 ❤
You have to call woman twice.
First time: She hears the phone and starts to search for it in her huge, enormous bag, following the sound.
Second time: She has found the phone and she answers.
The time between the first and the second call should be less than a minute.
Otherwise, she will loose the phone in her huge, enormous bag, again.
Unfortunately, this strategy doesn’t apply for other important things, like wallet, keys, sunglasses, pens, papers, cards and all the other stuff that is regular content of huge, enormous bag.
This photo is outstanding example of everyday life. This is my colleague Nancy and me in our favorite café MAKAMARA. We go there for a coffee every day after work. The place is nice, with painted walls, as you can see, and it has huuuge windows. It is located at the main square in Uzice, so it has the best view in town. And girls as girls, you know, we take advantage of our high position and we are observing people, kids, dogs, cats, making up stories, dialogues and so on. Waiters know us very well, and we don’t need to order, just say “As usual.” (That means two coffees, one with milk, one without, and two glasses of sparkling water, 270 dinars, as usual). And, believe me, it is a great feeling, it feels like home.
Now when I count, we have spent a great deal of time there. Oh, so many discussions about political situation in the world, global warming, ecology, engineering, business, big ideas, fashion, make up, boys, girls, friends, enemies, so much complaining and yet so much laughter. That is favorite part of everyday routine, like a small reward after 8 hours of work. When we were analyzing our spending (because the money is always mysteriously disappearing), we were considering (for a couple of seconds) should we still be drinking a coffee there every day. But we have decided that it is very bad idea because a coffee at MAKAMARA’s is essential for our mental health in these hard times. And it just cannot be paid.