I like durians since I was a kid. But I cut down on eating them since Ivan don't like it. Most of the time, I eat it just to annoy him! Haha I never know that someone can crave for durians to the extent that I would stand at the the windows to sniff the aroma of the fruit while my neighbours are eating it.
It has been awhile since I cannot stand the smell of cooking so everyday around 5pm, I will close the windows and the door so that I cannot smell the otherwise tantalising smell of other people's cooking but just one day.. I was about to close the windows when I caught a sniff of durians.. I stood there for quite a while just to sniff the durian smell. My neighbours love durians.. I can smell them having it at different part of the house quite a few times a day. I asked Ivan, they eat durians for meals? He said " Its all up in your mind! DUN THINK ABOUT IT. Or maybe they put the durians in the fridge so when they open it, you can smell it.." Erm.. but the fact that I am in my bedroom and the kitchen is very very far away.........
Every now and then, my neighbours will invite me to a sniffing session. How nice.. And How perverted...
I was trying to find the address of the castle that we went to during our Dec trip as I had promised the guardian of the castle that I will mail him a Singapore Flag. He had badges from various countries pinned to his uniform and he had the same uniform for the past 60years. Alberto told me that he even wore that on his honeymoon (to the beach) some 30 years ago.
Guardians of the Castles are a dedicated job, so dedicated that the job will become their life. He had lived alone in the castle for 12 years before the present owner's dad took over in the 60s. They are supposed to guard the castle with their life. They are unable to get a life outside the castle so when the new owner banished the old practice of getting an outside life, within two months he got himself a wife!
I was looking through the pictures and mails that we had wrote to Alberto and I would say Tuscany was the best part of the trip. The misty foggy mountains that we drove past just to get there. The little charming small towns that we drove through.