A weekend - between two shoulders

Sunday evening. Miss Time is already giving me some not really encouraging signals about writing this post. She says that she, the only and omnipotent owner of the time's keys is running out. She maliciously whispers from my right shoulder that the weekend is almost over, my "best" weekend that happened this week. You know, it couldn't be any other way, as it is the only one I got, the only Saturday and Sunday that had to be spent in the greatest way. But...

{If you have a feeling that this will be a rant post you are wrong! Those three dots are here just to connect this paragraph with the next part and give me time to shift my attention from the person sitting on my right shoulder to the other one, Mrs Brightness. She smiles and knows, this can't be a rant. The weekend was different and unique in its own way!}

But...

...the greatness of this weekend lies in accepting the circumstances and making the best out of them. I spent my Saturday on the couch in the company of two books, music that was coming from my headphones, Hive, painkillers, several cups of hot tea and paper tissues.

It is already a peculiar way of spending a Saturday - said Mrs Brightness from my left shoulder.

And indeed it was, I felt almost like having a me time that is not happening many times. A very-needed rest that I finally got.

Sunday came and I had to move from my inactive state.

Work in the morning? - Done. ✅

An event that would gather many different nationalities living in one place and showcasing their traditional food, music and costumes? - Done. ✅

Eating there? - Just half done.

There were many stalls with food, it was not missing. So many different countries had their stands, like Bolivia, Uruguay, Venezuela, Argentina, Cuba, Colombia, Ecuador, Vietnam, India, Nepal, Romania, Bulgaria, Norway, Ukraine, The Netherlands...

The smell of the food wrapped the whole place. However, there were so many people who had the same idea as me. We all wanted to skip the cooking time and get some tasty and different bites from this International Day. I think the stalls of Venezuela and Argentina were the most crowded ones. According to my free calculations, we would have to wait at least 20 minutes to be attended by the vendors.

For all my Hive friends from Cuba:

The Cuban stall was the one where we got some food from. And if you guess what did we buy...?

Yes! Pan con lechón!!!

But that was the only food we bought at this event, just too long lines in front of the stands... At one moment we thought that no one stayed at home as there were so many people all around. All of them had luck as the thick clouds didn't bring any heavy rain! Without a doubt, the event was successful.

However, Miss Time was bothering us with the reminders that our son had to go back to his orchestra rehearsal and that the Pan con lechón was not enough for us to call it a proper Sunday lunch. She talked nonsense like:

Walk faster!

Listen to the music and watch the dances faster!

Leave this event and find the closest restaurant to order the lunch!

In the end, we listened to that voice and went to a place that was, unfortunately, soooooooooooooo slow in bringing anything. I complained let the waitress know that we had to go and we would need just a takeaway option - but without any further delay. A very funny, or call it delicate situation was born from that as we heard the owner shouting at the cook. It was not just us who had been waiting already for a long time for our orders...

Observing the photo of these sweets for a few seconds can wipe out any possible bitterness! The food we took home was delicious. My son was 10 minutes late to the rehearsal - but he survived it. The weekend finished well, with positive vibes and Mrs Brightness is still here with me. She says weekends can be spent in different ways than we planned and that those are still the best ones of the week!