We met friends of E. this evening. During the years they also became my friends. It's U. and A.
When we arrived with the car they awaited us already in front of the door. We first went to the Christmas market in that little town. We had another glow wine there. Soon all our feet were cold and we headed for the Indian restaurant round the corner. They offered best vegetarian Indian food there. U. is now already 66 (really young at heart), he was one of the first who travelled to India decades ago. It was a time where everybody considered it rather exotic to travel to India. In the meantime his girlfriend was with him in India 5 times. India, travelling, food, were our topics.
After the dinner we went to the house of U. and A. . They wanted to offer us a Porto. We drank this delicious dark red Porto out of very old glasses, that U. inherited from his mother.
Finally we got some more presents. I must always think that it is a law that each vacuum will soon be filled again. The presents were great: an Indian sauce that I will use for my New Year dinner. And we got a trivet to put hot pots on it. Under the glass of this trivet are 4 little bowls to put something in it: sauces, decoration, rice or whatever. It looks really very nice. We had a present, too. A book on mushrooms. U. collects mushrooms in the forests.
It's late already.
My plan for tomorrow: an intensive yoga session with a deep breath. Everything else may others decide.