This is a love story. The love story of two of my good friends that got married last weekend in Trieste. It’s been a quick (and physically tiring) weekend but every second of it was worth it. The weather was perfect, the location was amazing and they were so beautiful that I almost cried with […]Read More The wedding season is here… hello summer!
This year I am spending a lot of time up in the clouds, this was my 3rd time flying back home and I will actually go back in two weeks for a wedding. Feels like I am spending more time in Trieste than London. Not that I mind… 🙂 If you’ll ever have to drive to […]Read More Breath gentle and smile.
I could smell it the second I was driving next to it with my windows open: the sea. It’s amazing how we can forget some things if we are not around them so much, but then we remember them in one second when we’re back. That’s what happened to me, I do miss the sea […]Read More Barcolana 46: the beauty of the sea and its smell.
When I decided to book my tickets to Italy for a month, I didn’t expect this weather at all. Maybe i’ve been a bit stereotypical this time, but who knew that July was that grey and wet? I definitely remember being on this Croatian beach last July and being quite tan. Not this year. Not yet.I […]Read More The unexpected journey home.
I think it’s a couple of years now (wait… even more!), that I am totally into balkan music. Balkan what exactly? Well, I understand that if you’re not familiar it can sound like weird. But I assure you it’s not. It all started when I was a kid being brought on holidays in the south […]Read More Did you say “Balkan”?
Because we are humans and we have feelings. Even if I like to pretend that I don’t. Well, I will upset you all saying that I do have feelings and those feelings make me feel alive. Sometimes just “nostalgic alive”. But nostalgia goes away as it comes. This was a great weekend back home: they had the […]Read More And then, you just miss it.
Sono arrivata giovedì pomeriggio, per il compleanno di mia madre. Avevo prenotato a febbraio, sperando nel bel tempo perché l’inverno a Londra è stato lungo e freddo. E lungo. Quando sono scesa dall’aereo mi sono resa conto che potevo andare in giro senza giubbotto e mi è spuntato un sorrisone sulla faccia. Ancora di più […]Read More Questo è un post di notte, nella semi oscurità di camera mia in Italia.