back to reality

I’ve been meaning to write in here since I left for Ireland but things didn’t really go the way I was expecting and – oh well – I’m back right in the middle of an unbearable heatwave and an electromagnetic storm due to some eruption in the sun’s surface (what the hell is going on with this planet!!)

The events of the days in irish land won’t be recollected here, as my long and detailed mails were enough to entertain the crowds, as for the italian week, a random list of words will be thrown in with no order, and you’ll make a picture of it in your head:

Alcohol, flour, wax, spritz, a pleasant conversation that brought back my girlie girl nature, rain, wet feet, familiar faces, long-time-no-see, french without a french accent, yummy risotto, friendly people, huge ice-creams, beautiful masks, squirrel, distance growing, fun, fun, fun, wine, garlic, markets, fruit stalls, earrings, tears, clean bed-linnen and hot showers.

Who cares what I did or thought or felt... I enjoyed myself, that’s all you need to know!

Back in the city, the appartment was empty when I set foot on it so I walked around to re-discover why in the last year I’ve reconciled myself with this place and completely fallen in love with it. It’s home, and there’s nothing un-cool of feeling the way I do about it!

A bit of culture needed to be thrown in though... so an inside into the 7 women living in Silvia Plath (and inside every woman) was to do for the moment, maybe too much female psychology for my partenaire, who nevertheless stood there and clapped eagerly at the end of the show. A cup of tea and a conversation about living myths later (I can’t stop feeling a wave of disapointment every time I remember Bob’s real voice) the discovery that I’ve actually registered some bossanova tunes in my system – thanks to a recently appointed doctor – was enough to make the rest of my night happy.

Job hunting, teaching and babysitting have become my routine now... only broken by the best (and as I learned afterwards most expensive) sushi i’ve ever tried, incivismo in las ramblas and a day out in the beach where my cute beach-mates made all kind of scatological remarks in relationship to the temperature of the water and its itchy properties...

...what I’ve learned from all this is that whenever a wave comes you have to close your mouth so as not to swallow somebody else’s pee.

I leave you with some images...