TRAVELLIVE 12-2016
Christmas is coming with the Jingle Bell’s song played at every corner of the capital. In the early morning, I walk to the post office, holding some handmade cards filled with sweet wishes for my loved ones. Christmas is always the best time to spread love and I feel like a young child waiting for it. People wait in long lines at the post office. I join the line, waiting for my turn to send some postcards abroad. In front of me are two cute boys nestling behind their mother. The younger one, about 9 years old, is telling his brother “Santa Claus will give gifts to me because I am nicer than you. You haven’t prepared gifts for dad, not to mention that your letter doesn’t have a stamp on it.” The little boy loses his train of thought, holding his letter higher to see where the stamp is. He keeps it for a while that I see his lovely writing “To my bearded dad”. Perhaps, the stamp has been lost somewhere on the way here or his mother forgot to stick it on his letter. “Hey boy, it’s for you”, I put my hand in my pocket, found a stamp and gave it to the boy. The two boys looked at me and hesitantly took it after their mother nodded to them. They expressed their gratitude and smiled happily, knowing that their letters would be delivered to their beloved dad. Leaving the post office, I still hope that their father could come home to celebrated Christmas with his family. After all, the most valued Christmas gifts are sharing moments with friends and family. Travellive would like to express our gratitude to our partners and readers for being a part of our journeys. We wish you a merry Christmas!
Christmas is coming with the Jingle Bell’s song played at every corner of the capital. In the early morning, I walk to the post office, holding some handmade cards filled with sweet wishes for my loved ones. Christmas is always the best time to spread love and I feel like a young child waiting for it.
People wait in long lines at the post office. I join the line, waiting for my turn to send some postcards abroad. In front of me are two cute boys nestling behind their mother. The younger one, about 9 years old, is telling his brother “Santa Claus will give gifts to me because I am nicer than you. You haven’t prepared gifts for dad, not to mention that your letter doesn’t have a stamp on it.”
The little boy loses his train of thought, holding his letter higher to see where the stamp is. He keeps it for a while that I see his lovely writing “To my bearded dad”. Perhaps, the stamp has been lost somewhere on the way here or his mother forgot to stick it on his letter. “Hey boy, it’s for you”, I put my hand in my pocket, found a stamp and gave it to the boy. The two boys looked at me and hesitantly took it after their mother nodded to them. They expressed their gratitude and smiled happily, knowing that their letters would be delivered to their beloved dad.
Leaving the post office, I still hope that their father could come home to celebrated Christmas with his family. After all, the most valued Christmas gifts are sharing moments with friends and family.
Travellive would like to express our gratitude to our partners and readers for being a part of our journeys. We wish you a merry Christmas!
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NH~NG DíNG K£NH<br />
CHÅY QUA THÄNH PHˇ<br />
Marie sinh ra vµ lÌn ln Î Æ©y nn chfi r†t rµnh vµ gi∂i<br />
th›ch cho t´i tıng chÛt mÈt v“ lfich sˆ cÒa Colmar.<br />
ChÛng t´i Æi bÈ d‰c theo con knh ch›nh, n„ khi’n<br />
cho Colmar mang mÈt vŒ thanh b◊nh vµ m ∂ Æ∆c bi÷t.<br />
Ng´i nhµ tr≠Ìc Æ©y cÒa gia Æ◊nh chfi nh◊n thºng ra<br />
c∏c con knh nn m∆c dÔ kh´ng cfln sËng Î Æ©y n˜a,<br />
Marie v…n cfln nhÌ r†t nhi“u kÿ ni÷m thÍi th¨ †u Î n¨i<br />
nµy, nh†t lµ nh˜ng l«n tan h‰c cÔng c∏c bπn ra Æ©y<br />
ch¨i ÆÔa. “M‰i th¯ c„ th” bfi ph∏ hÒy, thay ÆÊi theo<br />
th∏ng n®m nh≠ng con knh qu t´i th◊ kh´ng, n„ v…n<br />
nh≠ th’, ch¯ng ki’n s˘ ÆÊi thay cÒa thµnh phË theo<br />
thÍi gian”, chfi n„i. Vµ t´i c„ c∂m gi∏c rªng d≠Íng nh≠<br />
cuÈc sËng hi÷n Æπi vÌi nh˜ng t†t bÀt, toan t›nh kh´ng<br />
th” nµo chπm tÌi Æ≠Óc thµnh phË cÊ nµy.<br />
ChÛng t´i b≠Ìc vµo nhµ thÍ St. Martin, Æ≠Óc x©y bªng<br />
Æ∏ Æ· vÌi nh˜ng th∏p chu´ng cao vÛt. Trn Æÿnh cao<br />
nh†t cÒa nhµ thÍ, t´i c„ th” nh◊n th†y bi”u t≠Óng cÒa<br />
vÔng Alsace - mÈt gia Æ◊nh cfl bªng s¯ qu©y qu«n<br />
trong mÈt chi’c tÊ. T´i ch«m chÀm Æi vµo bn trong,<br />
kh´ng rÍi mæt kh·i nh˜ng ´ cˆa sÊ bªng k›nh pha<br />
mµu trong suËt tı thÍi Trung cÊ. Trong nhµ thÍ c„<br />
Æ’n h¨n 100 h◊nh ∂nh v“ th∏nh Peter - bi”u t≠Óng v“<br />
quy“n l˘c cÒa Æπo Thin chÛa gi∏o lÛc b†y giÍ. Nhµ<br />
thÍ c„ lËi ki’n trÛc Gothic cÒa Ph∏p, m†t trn 250<br />
n®m x©y d˘ng, vÌi m∏i vflm cao Æ’n 32m.<br />
ßi vµo s©u bn trong khu trung t©m mua sæm, t´i<br />
kh´ng kh·i bfi cho∏ng ngÓp bÎi nh˜ng cˆa hµng b∏n<br />
quµ l≠u ni÷m r†t Æ∆c tr≠ng Î n¨i nµy. C∏c cˆa hµng<br />
nªm trong nh˜ng con hŒm nh·, chÛng cÚng nho<br />
nh·, d‘ th≠¨ng vµ t†t c∂ Æ“u Æ≠Óc trang tr› r†t ÆÈc<br />
Æ∏o, tÿ mÿ. C„ nh˜ng cˆa hµng bµy c∏c th¯ h‰ b∏n ra<br />
bn ngoµi lËi Æi, treo ln c∂ ph›a ngoµi cˆa sÊ. Nh˜ng<br />
m„n ÆÂ h’t s¯c ngÈ ngh‹nh lu´n thu hÛt, h†p d…n<br />
nh≠ muËn mÍi g‰i kh∏ch mua. Cho dÔ bπn chÿ vµo<br />
xem th´i th◊ v…n lu´n nhÀn Æ≠Óc mÈt nÙ c≠Íi th©n<br />
thi÷n cÔng vµ c©u n„i “Merci beaucoup” (c∂m ¨n).<br />
M„n ÆÂ t´i r†t th›ch lµ nh˜ng chi’c hÈp nhπc, chÿ nh·<br />
bªng bao dim th´i nh≠ng n„ mang mÈt c∏i g◊ Æ„ r†t<br />
thÛ vfi, vÌi v´ sË b∂n nhπc kh∏c nhau: Blue Danube,<br />
Giai Æi÷u xu©n... cÒa c∏c nhµ soπn nhπc lıng danh th’<br />
giÌi. MÁi giai Æi÷u cÒa b∂n nhπc sœ t≠¨ng ¯ng vÌi chÒ<br />
Æ“ trang tr› cÒa chi’c hÈp.<br />
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