Starting with this expression reminds me of my teenage stage in Texas during a summer, it was the first time I ever heard it & my first overseas (and on my own – to even add more excitement!). My sweet exchange pal, Ashley (if she is reading, a big hola!), explained that this was a common way to say “hi” in the area. I’m not sure if that even applies now, but I remember back then that I thought it sounded cute! I even bought some souvenir t-shirts with the word. I was a tourist, totally allowed, ha!
I guess I am nostalgic these days, not a reason why, but I feel like an old lady with my head full of anecdotes. While editing these pictures we took this last weekend on a charming passage in the Gothic neighborhood, the image of my childhood home corridor came to my mind. At the time we took the pictures the sun was almost setting, so they have a more ghostly feel than what I anticipated. Also it was still freezing cold that day, I think I can blame my blowing nose of today to my silly head on Saturday for not correctly dressing for the temperature.
Well, I’m officially rambling, let’s go back to the corridor. My childhood home had a very long corridor, which my eyes back then even saw it larger. There are also no windows meaning pitch black, and it is the only way to the bathroom. So everytime I had to go to the restroom, I ran like I was in a marathon, with my eyes closed because I was completely terrified. I’ve always been a scaredy cat, and darkness does not go that well with a girl that loved to read bedtime stories. My mom usally makes fun of my corridor running old days, and some part of me is still tempted to do it now, at least a little faster walking speed, when we are visiting her. Not many things have changed for this scared-of-long-and-dark-corridors girl, haven’t they?
Do you remember something that used to scared you from your parents home? I know there is always some interesting story! Have a blast this weekend!