Just another sunny day
Following my last post
This morning I was watching all the pictures I took that day, to choose a few to post here. The memories of the joy I felt deep inside that day popped up at once. I posted a couple of pictures on FB and you can read it in my eyes how extremely happy I was. Those memories and for sure that feeling of well-being is here to stay.
So I wrote I was allowed to open the huge door to enter the Hogwarts Hall, since it was my birthday. Halloween was in the air, thus the Hall was decorated accordingly
Kids could play with magic fluids and practice with basic potionsEverything appeared in the movies was there. Stuff in the room of Necessities, a full wardrobe of any piace of cloth wore on set, magic tricks explained and tons of details to spot.
No post on Sunday!Hagrid’s motorbikeThe Black family treeGodric Gryffindor’s sword (in Dumbledore’s office)The “ice” sculpture from the Yule BallAnd obviously, the Hogwarts Expresswith Harry, Ron and Hermione’s stuffThe Magic is Might Statue at the Ministry of Magic
The outside was just as amazing as the inside (it was a sunny day, yeah!)We witnessed a cruel battleThe Knight Bus
More on parte 3!
was chatting with my friend S. on Skype this morning.
We started talking about our upcoming, long-waited, almost totally planned, supa-dupah trip (no spoilers), while mumbling to myself “just a few more weeks, a bunch of days, so many seconds.. I can do it”.
Though April is almost at its end, weather here is disappointing.
Rainy. Cold. Just sad. To whoever believes that Italy is sunny and warm all year long. AH. AH. AH. No. Nope nope nope. Reconsider, guys.
Thus, holidays are definitely on my mind, all the time. As my friend A. says, the only way to deal with an ended holiday is to have another one to look forward to. Check 😉
So we were chatting about everything we are going to visit in a while and planning all the stuff we still have to do before leaving (I am the anxious one, must confess that); then we changed subject slowly and slipped back to Vietnam. We started recalling single, framed, sweet moments of those days. We got nostalgic right away and I started listing all the unforgettable little things made us smile or even shocked us for a second.
…waking up in the morning due to all that traffic noise (mopets honking all day long. ALL. DAY. LONG.)
These lovely ladies smiled the second they spotted me taking this picture. Most people travel on mopets (and transport any kind of stuff)
…people shocked at our request for bread in the morning. No soup. No eggs. Just bread, butter, coffee and some fresh fruit.
“No eggs?? You mean, no no? No soups?!”
“Yes, bread only..”
“No meat? No fish? Is everything all right?”
Ben Thanh Market, Saigon
…a sweet old lady who helped us crossing a 4 -lane road safely after ages of us trying not to be hit.
… young people stopping by just to have a quick chat, ask where we we from and wish us a good time.
..street food everywhere. And I mean everywhere, everytime.
…huge and crowded markets filled with tons of stuff. With a temple inside, if necessary.
Oh yes, I definitely have a thing for market and everyday life pictures.
Probably the hardest part is spotting the wire to fixI so love their traditional folk costumes and those hatsPictures of nature always call me down. And I love these colours
Yeah, I know. I should probably stop posting pictures of the same 3 places and start sharing something else.
But I really can’t help it.
Today I was checking the last folds I created in my laptop and, obviously, Berlin was one of the them. (All my previous posts about Berlin here).
As usual I spent my birthday wandering around that city but this time, it was definitely over the top. One of my best birthdays ever.
There was seven of us, no wait! 8. 4 of us flying from Venice, 2 from London, 2 currently living in Berlin. It was one of the best get together ever. No matter the chill, the rain, the stomache that beat me up badly one day. One night we stayed up until 5 a.m. playing cards (ok, fancy cheecky cards I may or may not have received as Christmas present after 2 months…this I won’t say) and laughing. I can’t even express how much I feel blessed right now for having those people in my life.
Though it was meant to be a relaxing holiday, we still didn’t want to miss the chance to visit something new or see again something we loved (typical of me).
This is the Schönhauser Allee Jewish Cemetery. You really don’t wanna miss it next time you are in town.
The visit only takes an hour or so, if you wanna walk around and have a look at the old tombstones and take a couple of pictures.
It’s definitely worthy your time; I love how after a minutes you walk its paths on its lenght, you can’t spot the entrance if look back. The silence, the colour of trees perfectly combining with the stones and, most of all, the history of this place.
This the huge Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe (yes, I’m into Jewish culture a lot)
The Trabant, symbol of the city especially during the division era
Vivid colours can be spotted everywhere
and if you look for a simple for of art and happiness, you won’t be disappointed
My last post dates back to February. My bad.
Well at least I have a lot to say, after months of absence..
February. Those days I was booking and getting ready for the farthest I have ever been.
My first time in Asia. My second one outside my comfort zone aka Europe.
copyright for this picture: my friend Sara. It was the only one in this post not shot by me.
When I came back everybody asked “How was it?”. All the time.
First thing first: Hot. Extremely hot. And humid. Far more than I could ever expect and I currently live amid water. We were sweating more than our t-shirts and shorts could bear.
We were literally dripping. Every second we spent outside. But it was worthy.
Here is beautiful Hanoi.
Streetfood is basically the only food for themA lovely young ladyThe Hanoi Social ClubA barber shop (can you spot me?) A moment of relax: coconut milk coffee (addictive!)The smith street
Venice. Oh Venice. The power of this city is amazing.
It surprises me every time with a new detail, a different view, the way light reflects on water and hides behind a building.
Another narrow street (our calle), a wine seller, the sight of a canale from the bridge.
Alive, beating, embracing. More than water and stones, every brick has its story.
I love that even after years of reading and walking, there are still tons of things I haven’t seen, museums I haven’t visited and God knows how many I won’t ever get to know about.
It fills me with joy, hope and makes me feel there is something amazing in my life. It could never disappoint me.
I love the way clothers are hung. Rio della Misericordia
After months of planning, booking and waiting, finally December has come.
I honestly couldn’t have waited any longer.
A Florence and the Machine concert combined with a trip in a wonderful city was all I could think of lately.
Since August, 10th (the day we decided we would leave and attend the show), we booked the flights, a flat, bought the concert tickets, collect info regarding places to see and museum we wanted to visit.
Those days arrived and passed in a blink of an eye. All I have left is happiness, deep inside, worn and dirty shoes and tons of pictures.
I can still hear Florence’s voice in my head and feel her arm on my finger.
I still get emotional when talking about this 4-day trip.
I have recently got a Nikon D3300 as birthday + Christmas present and I couldn’t be any happier. I am honestly unable to express how good that camera is. I’m still a newbie, but I’m trying to learn as much as possible by practicing almost every spare day.