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.
35th birthday calls maybe for a special cake? Mine wasn’t.
It was small and made with love, this I can say. I was completely absorbed in the making and really committed to be as precise as possible, for a decent outcome.
Was it good? Definitely, my friends asked for a second slice and that’s how it should be, honestly 😉
Apart from that, it was a simple day I spent with people I care and want in my life again and again.
This the recipe I followed, just halved.
I love breaking the fast (ok, I have watched far too much Game of Thrones, I am now kind of aware of that).
So, I was saying. I love waking up in the morning because of breakfast. Bread (usually homemade) and jam (homemade that too, if I am lucky enough). Yogurt and cereals, a cup of coffee. A sweet and healthy treat, if I had had the time. You can satisfy your sweet tooth without the guilt part, and still feel amazing and full of energy. It’s a win – win.
Saturday morning I was craving for pancakes. These.
I gobbled down four of them. I was so hungry that I couldn’t stop for ten seconds and take a single picture. Eww. My bad.
Yesterday morning I noticed the rice milk had been open for a while, so I opted for a pudding.
Coconut flavored? Why not?
So I toasted 1 spoonful of coconut flakes on a saucepan for a minute. Added 2 cups of milk (I used rice milk, but anyone will do) and stirred. Put 50 grams of milk chocolate in and kept stirring until boiling point. Turned the fire off.
Diluted two spoonfuls of corn starch in half a cup of water and poured into the milk. Turned the fire on and stirred.
After a few seconds the milk started to thick and a couple of minutes later, voilà, my pudding was ready.
It was enough to feed my parents as well, I have a feeling they like me staying over while my place is under renovation 😉
I used milk chocolate so this recipe ain’t vegan, just use dark chocolate or a vegan brand if needed.
When around visiting a new city, I happen to focus on smaller things than monuments and historical buildings: I appreciate them as well, clearly, but I love to remember everyday-life details: a bakery, a school, how people tend to live their city. A few years ago I start focusing on street art; I noticed it tends to be similar everywhere; colours and languages may change, but it usually refers to solid problems that country faces everyday or, totally the contrary, tries to escape any reality; it’s extremely creative, smart and geniuously assembled. It can be just a couple of letters added on a wall or a huge drawing on a bridge. Is it art? Is it vandalism? I am no competent judge.
This is Paris, France
Let’s move to Cracow, Poland
Here comes Nantes, France
My first present-in-a-jar.
A lovely, cheap, easy, fast and customizable idea for a nice present homemade with love.
A colleague/friend’s birthday is the occasion. She loves to bake too, she has a sweet tooth (not as big as mine though) and deserves something straight from the heart.
So after a quick research on Pinterest, I found this.
Here the result