Happy 27

April 18 is my favorite day of the year and I always impatiently expect it. I am actually starting getting prepared for it a few days before. No, I am not talking about party organizing or fiesta planning, it's more of a mental state consisting of the mantra "my birthday is coming, my birthday is coming" and, when it comes, I feel like centre of the world, just because it is MY day.

Some birthday trivial:

• I never threw a party in my life (unless you count the ones my mother threw for me when I was little and were a blast, judging from the photos).
• Every year, my mother calls me to wish at exactly 17:25.
• Best birthday ever: 2005. Just me, my sister, my boyfriend and my best friend. We got completely drunk and we ended up imitating Bollywood choreographies and belly-dancing.
• Worst birthday ever: when I turned 18. Only few people remembered it, none of them was available to go out, no presents, my parents returned from work dead tired and almost forgot me, plus the next day they bought a present to my sister.
• The best present so far was given to me by a guy who knew me just one month, it was a Little Prince doll.

This year, I had the most exotic birthday so far. I spent it with an Israeli, a Thai, two French and a bunch of Italians, drinking moscato and limoncello, received wishes in 5 different languages, giggled during the birthday song (did you know that auguri sounds like the greek word for cucumber?) and tasted loooots of Asian cuisine.

By the way, me and sushi are never going to become best friends. Had to reach 27 to find that out.