Harry Potter Studios, London

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Almost a year has gone from my last post and so much happened.
2017 was not my year. Can’t say it was a total disaster, though I’ve seen people I love struggling with a harsh reality and made a few mistakes myself. But (and it’s a huge one) amazing things happened as well.

A new life was born.
A friend got married and his wedding was a special day for all of us friends and, obviously, said couple.
Dance lessons went supergood and helped me an awful lot to cope with anxiety issues and those above-mentioned mistakes.
I reconciled with a part of me and someone who introduced me to a whole new group of friends I am so grateful I have met.
I managed to travel a tiny bit and spend a whole week in South of Italy, getting suntanned and lost in a place I definitely feel part of. But I don’t wanna talk about the trip to Caribbean, definitely not a lucky choice.

So, even though 2017 took its toll on me, I want to believe things are changing. A tiny bit at the time maybe, but I have the strong feeling life is getting better.
I have a few resolutions for this year (and the ones to come), hopefully I will be able to stick to. No anxiety (or at least definitely less), stop overanalysing, a bit more carelessness, more dancing, less alohol and sugar (but count me in for cookies!) and, as every year, 100% more travelling.

Talking about travelling… I spent my last birthday in a place that made me happy beyond measureDSC_0844

Before entering the sets where the movies were shot, the audience was asked if it was somebody’s birthday.. raised my hand faster than Hermione would have! I was thus allowed to open the huge wood door to enter the main hall! I can’t even describe how I was feeling. Thrilled, dazzled, bursting with joy. I was smiling like a kid on her best day so far (it kinda was) and almost got emotional. Who am I kidding? I cried a bit a couple of times while visiting  and was smiling so hard my gums hurt at the end of the day.


Sets were one close to the other but this didn’t spoil the magic atmosphere at all.
Before entering I expected the place packed with kids in costume and their parents, and yeah, there were many, but mostly there were childless adults exploring the huge Studios in total awe.


Snape’s class / the potion room was one of the best. So many details, even a couple of magic tricks, bottles everywhere completed with proper labels.. just wow!


Chamber of secrets’ door is one of their masterpieces. We were said it works the way we see it in the movie, but only the creator can actually open it. The sequence to make it work is a secret itself, ain’t it amazing?


The Burrow is were I felt emotional the most. The moment I spot the Weasleys (better, their clothes), I knew that was home. Observed all the details and took tons of picture.. and it was time to go exploring again!

DSC_1027 As we entered the Forbidden Forest, we met Buckbeak. If you bow, he will too and let you pet him.. perfect!

More on part 2!


Berlin, nochmals

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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)

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The Trabant, symbol of the city especially during the division era



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and if you look for a simple for of art and happiness, you won’t be disappointedDSC_0270.JPG

Birthday cake.. Again

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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.

A special day

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Coffe, Cinnamon and Walnut Muffin*I ran out of birthday candles so I had to use a toothpick. Sorry Stevie. I couldn’t stop laughing though. All alone. Like a crazy, drunk old man.

Yesterday, May 26th, Stevie Nicks turned 66. To me she is such an inspiration; a strong, rocking woman who happens to be one of the best songwriter and performer ever (my opinion, obviously).
Though her past is kind of heavy (drug abuse and a tainted love life), I see her as a positive model for a nowaday girl. She admits making mistakes and taking a wrong turn in her life and I feel like she made up for everything bad she may have done to herself. She pours all her feeling in some heartbreaking songs like Landslide, Silver Springs, Beautiful Child, that really talk to my soul.
I just can’t help weeping a little when she is involved. Don’t even make me start on her relationship with Lindsey Buckingham, such both a question mark and an exclamation point stitched together.
Last October I spent the whole concert singing and sobbing, feeling blessed to be in the same building with her and the Macs. It may seem a bit too much, but we all have those people we love unconditionally, no matter what.
A good witch, though she just plays with that fairy image she found herself into.
Happy birthday, dear Stevie. I so wish I could meet you, one day.

To celebrate this special day, I baked a few Coffee, Cinnamon and Walnut Muffins.
Actually I had printed the recipes a couple of weeks ago and it was on the to bake list.

Coffe, Cinnamon and Walnut Muffin

As usual, I found the recipe on Pinterest (I mean, why even repeat myself?). Credits: The Organized Housewife. Here her recipe.

I scrupolously followed all her indications but one: instead of olive oil I used rice milk.

These my results. I had one of them for breakfast this morning.. another way to take in my daily amount of coffee 😉

Coffe, Cinnamon and Walnut Muffin Coffe, Cinnamon and Walnut Muffin On the inside: soft and moistCoffe, Cinnamon and Walnut Muffin



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Yesterday got a mail from WordPress: it was my blog’s first birthday! I can’t believe how fast time passes. It really seems a week ago a broken-hearted me started typing a few words on a new blog, just to express her feeling for a recent loss. This blog then developed and turned to a recipient for memories, recipes and pictures from my wanderings. I can say it really is part of the healing process.
And.. do you believe in coincidences? I don’t know. But today my wonderful G. would have turned 34.
Two birthdays in two days. I baked a few things lately, but nothing good enough to celebrate a departed friend and all the amazing memories we shared.
I love you G., your laugh still resound in our ears.