Image from Wikipedia: Les Très Riches Heures du duc de Berry; Janvier
(showing the day of exchanging gifts in January)
Musée Condé, Chantilly
Today is the last day of January. When I was little I used to love the month of January because it was full of meaning for me. January always started with the New Year’s day party on the beach and I loved to watch the fireworks at night reflecting on the water while I was jumping the seven waves over the sea, I always had great expectations for the year that had just begun and that beach party represented the hope everybody had that good things would get better and bad things would turn into good things. January also meant summer holidays, a gorgeous Sun shinning everyday and spending all of my time on the beach. January was important to me because it was my birthday month which meant another beach house party with loads of ice cream, friends and gifts.
Nowadays things have changed so much that the month of January lost part of its meaning for me. Even having spent 2008 New Years day on the beach in the country where I was born, the fireworks don’t look the same and people packed the Brazilian coast to watch them, its hard to find a gap anywhere to celebrate and have fun, as a result, that beautiful party has turned into a boring “space dispute”. I’ve been spending half of January in Ireland lately and my birthday happens during the winter, it sounds so weird to me, I don’t know why but I always associated my birthday with the heat 🙂
And what about the hope for the year that has just begun? Unfortunately 2008 didn’t start well to me, but it seems things have started changing for better. February is arriving full of good things 🙂