OH,SO CHRISTMASISH!

Officially, I came back on the 8th. Sincerely, it's just since yesterday that I fully realized that i cannot call Italy "home". I always write about my need of "leaving DA Country" because somehow I felt it like the place I belong to. Now... not really. Ah. It's nice to see again my family, have Christmas with them, but please, not more than two weeks. I genuinely reckon more than that gets unbearable. 

Officially, I came back on the 8th. Unfortunately, thanks to tonsillitis and these six-days-of-fever, I spent three days in coma and the other six praying for a fast healing miracle. Off course, it didn't happen, or I'd be finally out of this building. 

Officially and Sincerely, I'd like to be in Leeds. There was Christmas in the air, a smell of chestnuts, hot chocolate and marshmallows allover the city centre and in every single café. There were lights and decors in every street (obsolete and pretentious, not at all nice) but there were. And it was getting into the snowy weather, which was annoying cold and slippery but really Christmasish.

Christmas All made in Leeds...

There was the German Market - were sellers were speaking bulgarian, romanian and italian - dozens of small stands with tiny useless gift. With sweets, food, beer, beer, beer, muller wine, honey. Hand-crafts. Tons of chocolate (only have liqueur inside. So choose well, or you could get gianduja and whisky), candy floss, crepes, nutella. Flows of Nutella. Sweet and sour candies, colourful popcorns. Christmas-themed parties, sales, alcohol sales.

Yes, I kinda miss my english Christmas. I dare say it was more challenging, and with no present owed to someone, I felt the heart and the true meaning of this festivity. We were just a bunch of friends that loved being together...maybe no christmas feast, maybe no christmas tree (at least not the usual one), no decorations nor gifts, just a lot of smiles, drinks, and parties altogether. Just the joy of being together. 

Here... I'm driving crazy looking for a nice gift for each of the 15 people that will eat here on the 25th. I'm pushing myself in order to bear my mother. I'm trying to teach my sister english because I have to, and Italian to my host-sis also because I have to, though I should study for my exams at some points but who cares. In a couple of weeks, right after Christmas, I'll probably have to go again to Florence, and do the classical tourist trip with the exchanges, but I just wanna go back home. Back to Leeds. I hope there will be a little of its Christmas charm once I'm back in January.