Day of the Kings

A little bird told me this will be a good year, so I figured it would be a good idea to write a journal from scratch. Even the smallest things!

I’m not sure whether I should write in English or Portuguese… My mother tongue sometimes gets rusty because of all the reading/writing in English so I had in mind to blog in Portuguese for the first time, but English is (more) universal so… I probably won’t. (~~,)u

As traditional Epiphany has it, the 6th of January is the Day of the Kings. On this day in Portugal, one must eat 6 pomegranate arils for an auspicious year. My parents mistook the 12 raisins custom (taken place at precisely midnight of 31st December to farewell the Old Year) and had 12 each *sighs* I hope it’s double the joy… (~~,)u

So, with the 12th day of Christmas it was time to take down the tree, which was so beautiful, and all house season decorations. I always wish I could “rewind” the days, feeling as though I didn’t enjoy Christmas, my absolute favourite time of the year, to the fullest.

Today the city centre will also be bereft of the beautiful Christmas tree that stood 75m high, with 2.4 million multicoloured microlamps, the highest in Europe. I also learned that Porto earned an entry in the Guinness Book for the 14.100 Santa Claus march – I didn’t see it. My mother should have joined heheh…! (She dressed up as Santa Claus for Christmas some 4 years ago or so, which was cool because nobody was expecting).

Porto, Christmas 2007