It is very easy for me to get inspired. Too easy, I think. Especially during Christmas time. And even two months before. If I could take a picture every day starting from November 1st, they all would be dedicated to Christmas. As this story. It is a story that is inspired by three things: the cutest Christmas clothing, my favorite holiday house, and the biggest Christmas symbol – the Christmas tree.
It has always been my dream (since 1998 when I got my hands on my first foreign Christmas magazine) to visit that most magical place of all – a Christmas tree farm where I could walk around and choose THE tree. The most beautiful one. It only took almost 25 years to fulfill my dream. Such was December 3rd, with snow falling from the sky as if someone had just opened a big bag of flakes – one of the most beautiful days we have had during the festive season in many years.
But, the beauty did not stop there since we were heading to our holiday house just 14 km from Liepāja – a place that is near to my heart and will remain there for a long time. The guesthouse Sīpoli. The tree was lit while the duck was roasting in the oven (with crispy potatoes and mushrooms). The fireplace was warming up, as were our souls (with champagne and all that was around). We had everything we needed to have the perfect festive season weekend, including cozy pajamas, a Christmas tree, long walks to the seaside, and most importantly – family.
But let's not forget that no holiday is complete without good food. And in our house no festive season is real without pīrāgi – one of Latvia’s national dishes ( recipe here). You can call them bacon buns as they are made from yeast dough and usually filled with smoked bacon. The smell of pīrāgi baking in the oven is just one of the best childhood memories I have (especially about Christmas time).