on the eighth day of christmas
my exchange gave to me
swiss weihnachtsmarkte
seven for a family
six lovely months
five languages
swiss weihnachtsmarkte
seven for a family
six lovely months
five languages
four advent days
three families
two traditions
and a new look at bloomability
christmas markets are one of the things that we absolutely-do-not-have in America. We have Christmas bazaars, yes, which are sort of related, but the atmosphere of a Christmas market is (as I've found) quite different. most of the time they are in the heart of the city, with trees and lights and all sorts of food/drink/handcraft/ornaments that you can imagine.
i go because for me, the markets somehow hold the memory of holidays.
because, in the middle of people and stalls and noise and light and color, i can find a bit of christmas.
i'm eschewing the numbers now in favor of simply getting my posts out there...
christmas markets are one of the things that we absolutely-do-not-have in America. We have Christmas bazaars, yes, which are sort of related, but the atmosphere of a Christmas market is (as I've found) quite different. most of the time they are in the heart of the city, with trees and lights and all sorts of food/drink/handcraft/ornaments that you can imagine.
I've visited tons of christmas markets in the past couple weeks, so many that it's become rather a joke to my host family (they're swiss, so they don't understand why christmas markets are such a big deal to me). but really, I don't go to buy stuff or to eat things or even just to do something.
i go because for me, the markets somehow hold the memory of holidays.
because for me, the atmosphere somehow reminds me of home.
because, in the middle of people and stalls and noise and light and color, i can find a bit of christmas.
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