No, no, it’s passion, taste and aroma.
First, the music. Old Argentine tango on vinyl. It plays somewhere in the background while I brew mate, strong, warm, with a smoky flavor. This taste reminds me of my grandmother, of the house in Cordoba, of how we sat by the fireplace and talked about life until dawn.
Then the blanket. Soft, big, almost like a hug. And, of course, wool socks, because feet are the first thing to get cold and, by the way, what you can warm up against someone 😉.
And how can we do without a letter or a diary? Autumn is the perfect time to look inside yourself. To warm your soul with memories. Or with thoughts about the one who warms you from the inside, even if he is on the other side of the world.
So, mi cariño, tell me how you warm yourself on autumn days? With a blanket? A book? Or maybe with someone's voice in your headphones?
With warmth, pepper and a little fire,
your Laura 🔥