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The town that makes me happy

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Maybe it is my heart shaped glasses, not that the world looks better trough them, but it makes people smile. So I smiled back a lot today. 

I walked from the house, admired the sea, castle, the mountains, checked vegetable and fish prices, talked to the butcher and then dry cleaning lady, and stopped at two of my favourite spots on the way – the gardens of the ‘’crazy cat ladies’’, and tried to remember the names of the kittens – from fluffy and small an sly and skinny to those teddy bear tomcats that lounge in the sun and sit in the flower pots. I got few purrs and few nos.

I saw well, very well stocked butcher shops on the way.

 

It is the Fat Thursday today so meat is being grilled by people’s homes and in the squares and outside of the taverns.

This old man, a neighbour that has too tinny and feisty doggies just sat there in front of his house, looking like a fisherman that haven’t seen the dry land in long time, and grilled the mountain of meat, all by himself, smiling and enjoying the sun while his doggies –Gabriela and Isabella (or something similar) ran after the cars and scooters barking mad. So he waved at me and we smiled to each other.

Wild sea breeze was chasing the gulls, white irises wobbled in the wind and little white margaritas pebbled every green patch. I could still last night’s storm.

 

This town makes me smile it makes me happy.

While I was sharing my roasted beetroot recipe with the bunch of old ladies in the market, all patiently listened, don’t old ladies usually know everything? They were happy, they said, wow we learned something new…only one grandmother spoke up and asked me So what kind of fish was it??? It was nice to hear that laughter.

I stopped at the fisherman’s stand, though I only ever buy sardines or mussels, octopus occasionally, but I always stop and we have a chat, and they tell me names of the beasts on the counter, that I know I will never remember – they terrify my. I took pictures to send my dad and my uncle; they both are fishermen enthusiast in the northern lakes and seas, so Mediterranean fish amaze them.

 

Today town was full of the aromas of grilled meat;

teenagers were running through the second hand shops trying to buy gipsy skirts and other close that they could convert it to the carnival costumes.  There was still confetti in the gutters. Hands full of flowers from the market, and bags of fruit and other shopping felt restless as so many things sailed passed me that I felt I should have taken a picture off, but then a moment was gone, and I just walked by still smiling. I love this island, and I love this town.

 

by Indre Jonusyte

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