Today is St. Nicholas day. Is a well-celebrated day in Croatia, if only because you get presents.
St. Nicholas is the protector of children, sailors, and all people who are in trouble. According to legend, he gave some money to some girls for dowry (who would have otherwise become prostitutes) and performed miracles. From the legend of St. Nicholas grew the custom and story of Santa Claus. He was the original Santa. On St. Nicholas day you have people dressed as St. Nicholas and a devil called Krampus going around schools and kindergartens – St. Nicholas gives presents to the good, and Krampus sticks to the wicked (of course, no one gets a stick :) ). Sort of like Santa with presents and lumps of coal.
Unfortunately, I’m not a kid anymore, so there was no candy in my boots this morning. It sucks not being a kid.
In other news…. Yes, we did go shopping this Saturday. It was tiresome, but fun. We bought loads of stuff.
We got up at five in the morning to get ready for the trip. We had to meet my brother at six. It would have been easier if I hadn’t gone to sleep at two. So, after three hours of sleep I could hardly keep my eyes open.
The four of us went in the end – honeybunny, my bro, his girlfriend and me. We were in Graz at nine, right on time for the opening of stores. Gosh, I had so much fun. I haven’t been on an all day shopping spree in months! It feels like years!
I bought a suit, some shirts, sexy underwear and not so sexy but still adorable underwear, and of course, food for the cat :).
We went to IKEA and I wanted to take the entire store home with me. They have such cute stuff! Little adorable plastic kitchenware, furniture with a soul, cute stuff all over the place…
All in all, it was a fun and exhausting weekend.
A brother of a friend of mine came back from Russia. He works over there. Came back with stories of Russians drinking incredible stuff like paint remover and gas. He says, when the temperature drops below 20 degrees Celsius, the Russians take some gas (yes, the stuff that makes your car run) and run it over a stick. The cold freezes all the metals and shit in the gas on the stick, and the only thing running unfrozen is pure alcohol. And they drink it! God. He told us the life expectancy of an average male Russian is 50 to 60 years of age. No wonder. The wonder is they get to live that long at all.
Honeybunny left for Sarajevo again. Great. I get to see him only two das in a week now. And then we spend those days doing some high quality shopping. Poppycock.
Oh well. I play with the cat. She’s demanding enough for a few people.
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