03-X-2009.

I drove the Miatta today. In the afternoon, we drove to Trader Joe's to buy some of those belgian chocolates - advertised as "pound plus" because they're exactly half a kilo. We usually buy six or eight of those, plus some better cheese, and sometimes some exotic beer, like that Starr Hill from A-burg (nothing to write home about, interesting but poor, lacking most of the components in the taste). The cheese is as good as it can get made from dead milk... cheese from raw milk being some kind of a federal crime around here.

Lovely weather, close to the coast, a roofless car of sporty persuasion, and my blonde sitting next to me, wind in her hair*. Buying chocolate...

This is how I dreamed about it, once upon a time, and it came true eventually, not bad at all, and not too late either, we still know how to enjoy it. Though, the car isn't ours, we aren't on some silly vacation, the sea is yet a few miles away and even if it was right ahead, it doesn't smell exactly right, the water being less salty because of this huge estuary, but we are the natural ones, at ease, with not much to worry about.

And I knew the backdoor into their parking, which allows me to avoid the worst traffic light, where one has to wait no matter which time of day. This happened to me before - when I start knowing all the best parking places and secret shortcuts, I've worn the place out and it becomes a bit boring, time to change.

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* „Eyes of Lucy Jordan“ came to her mind, too

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Mentions: Annenburg (A-burg), in serbian