Weird as it may seem, I love waking up early on Sunday. I love leaving out to the street knowing that the whole day is waiting to be lived. Then I feel as if I were where nobody else is, specially when I meet people returning home after having spent all the night out. I experience a kind of lucidness, as if everything was starting for me. So last sunday I gave myself a present doing exactly that: I bought the newspaper and a delicious sweet breakfast composed by some typical valencian cakes: xuxú (the longest one in the right, filled with cream), a sweet potato cake (in the left front), some anise biscuits (the round ones in the front) and, well, a blueberries muffin filled with cheese cream (not so valencian, but it was so enticing that I couldn't resist).
Have a happy sweet Sunday!!
