Christmas dreamin’

I was tagged for a Christmas meme, which I won’t do.

I also kind of feel obliged to take a pretty Christmas picture and post that, but I won’t.

It’s been a long and very nice day with food and gifts and Disney and everything that goes along with Swedish Christmas traditions, and I feel tired and satisfied. I finally finished that Colosseum jigsaw puzzle I started on seven weeks ago, and tomorrow I’ll continue with Positano. Colosseum was 1000 pieces and took 7 weeks, Positano is 1500 pieces. With a little luck I’ll finish it before we get there.

Italy is calling on me, invading my thoughts and dreams. I speak Italian in my dreams, making up sentences when I can’t find the right words. No, non posso restare qui, perché.. eh… mio figlio… devo portarlo dalla scuola alle cinque.
And although I was sleeping I knew that it was wrong to use portare in that sentence but I couldn’t remember what ‘pick up’ is in Italian, so I replaced it with something that I hoped would at least get my point through.
And although I was sleeping I felt really proud because the grammar came so easily even though the words were wrong.

I’ll go to bed now, who knows what tonight’s dreams may bring.

Merry Christmas everyone!