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I'm writing this entry while my aunt is packing, as she's leaving in less than an hour. It was a short visit, but we managed to do a lot of things. First and foremost, she took those pictures of mom for her id card. With someone propping her head. Yes, this whole procedure still makes me bitter and angry. Then Tati sorted them, and I went to a photographer downtown to have them printed in the correct size. As luck would have it, he had done the same thing many times for others, and he was very kind to me, explaining something more about the whole procedure, and he promised to call me when they're done. So, one awful thing off the list.
It was all very vexing for all of us, so my aunt decided to stay one day more, and we went to the cinema together. We watched Saving Mr Banks. Obligatory piece of trivia: Mary Poppins was one of my dad's favourite movies (probably his favourite one). We watched it hundreds of times, flew kites in front of our church while singing the songs, and he used to sing me "Jolly Holiday" when walking me to school substituting the word "Mary" with my name. All of this to give you an idea of what that movie means to me.
I loved it, I really loved it. I cried my whole way through it. It was quite different from what the trailer made it look like, and all the better for it. And having recently seen the 2009 documentary The Boys (about the Sherman brothers, highly recommended), I loved it even more.
When we came back we had dinner and then watched Mary Poppins, to appreciate the movie even more. It was a wonderful day and a nostalgic one as well, a perfect way to end this visit.
It was all very vexing for all of us, so my aunt decided to stay one day more, and we went to the cinema together. We watched Saving Mr Banks. Obligatory piece of trivia: Mary Poppins was one of my dad's favourite movies (probably his favourite one). We watched it hundreds of times, flew kites in front of our church while singing the songs, and he used to sing me "Jolly Holiday" when walking me to school substituting the word "Mary" with my name. All of this to give you an idea of what that movie means to me.
I loved it, I really loved it. I cried my whole way through it. It was quite different from what the trailer made it look like, and all the better for it. And having recently seen the 2009 documentary The Boys (about the Sherman brothers, highly recommended), I loved it even more.
When we came back we had dinner and then watched Mary Poppins, to appreciate the movie even more. It was a wonderful day and a nostalgic one as well, a perfect way to end this visit.
