weekend visit

The feeling of inviting your mom to eat out. (a first ever.)

The decadence of sharing half-a-dozen oysters and having a glass of wine with them at the market, at noon

– and, as I had the first sip of wine, over the seafood and under the sun, the sea, far as it may be, hit me with its full force, so much it took my breath away for a moment; and I could almost, almost see it, and hear the waves, and breathe the air —

Ever since I first saw that vendor, the forst time I went to the market, I thought my mom is just the person who would fully enjoy such a moment of luxury. She did. We both did, immensely.

She only came for two days, anyway.

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