on wishing trees
Paulo, meu coracao,
Yesterday was the first day of the Chinese lunar year. I read that it was important for the locals to take these well-wishing trips. One important stop was a wishing tree where they hang their wishes on the branches. I decided to take the trip because I needed a couple of wishes myself.
You would have hated this trip. First, because I was lost for a good 8 stations, which meant 16 incorrect stops. You would have insisted we take seats so I can nap and so you can read about Porto’s weekend matches.
Second, you would have hated incenso like you did in Macau. It was everywhere.
The wishing tree was simple: the orange cost HKD20 “Eh pa! Too expensive for something stupid” and you had to attach it to a placard which will have your wishes. One had to throw it to the tree, and lodge it between branches.
It took me 6 attempts before I managed to lodge the damned orange. This would have frustrated you for sure. We would have laughed at it a lot though. You would insist on doing it yourself.
Meu coracao, what you must know is that I wished for you. How much faith I placed on a plastic orange and a pink slip of paper to change your mind about me, us.
Siempre, te amo.
