Resurrection Sunday

Today was Easter Sunday, also known as Resurrection Sunday. The world celebrated Christ's resurrection, and although this is the last day of Easter, tomorrow will still be part of the festive season, when men go out of their ways to sprinkle females with eau de cologne or, in the countryside, with a bucket of water. All in the name of fertility. I never used to understand why; moreover, as men get some alcohol in return for their favour, the majority of the country gets bladdered by the end of the day. I don't follow this tradition.

As for my English studies: I did a few tests today with mixed results, for which I could have been happier. I made some irritating mistakes; hence my overall performance could have been better. However, apart from these pesky errors, I was satisfied with the results. The main focus of the tests today was: 1. filling the gaps in texts and 2. word transformation. Tomorrow I'll start a revision week, during which I'll go through the previous lessons and memorise every new word or idiom to engrave them in my mind. This is the way...

Other than that, our Easter was quiet. We didn't have to entertain ourselves with irritating family members or so-called friends. The traditional lunch people eat during Easter was delicious yesterday, which consisted of cooked smoked ham, boiled eggs, radish, tomato, spring onion, yoghurt with mustard, and pita bread. The latter was new this year, as we usually eat bread. This year we decided to try the menu with pita bread, which turned out to be a great choice.

Anyway, I'm looking forward to continuing my studies tomorrow and stick to the plan I'd devised...

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