Back from Italy
"Just" (as in, two hours ago) finished unpacking my not so heavy suitcase (and forgot to pack the only important thing I had to take with me back to Brighton..crumbs).
Just back from this lovely, lovely, strange but lovely Italian holiday.
First days at home: enjoying the comfort of my bed, of my silent nice room, of the green field and mountains around me, of the kitchen, clean and tidy, of the bathroom, and the comfortable shower, of everything, really.
Then, Wednesday. Morning shopping with mum, a shower, lunch and getting changed, and at the airport so early, everything so exciting and strange, and waiting for my piccolino at the arrivals, and seeing him, and being in the car, going to Bergamo, holding hands, showing him around, then having a quiet dinner together, and spending some time on the bed in Brother Genius's room, watching tv, talking, cuddling.
Thursday, and a nice walk in a medieval town, taking pictures, and then after lunch, to the national park of rock engravings, more pictures, more talking, more of this beautiful feeling; then going to the lake, a few pictures and an icecream. And in the evening, the band. Wow. Playing, playing so much, and so well, feeling like I have never left, music running through my veins.
On Friday morning we are alone, and we go to the lake in my town, we walk, we talk a real lot, we ask a couple to take a picture of us, time flies and it's the afternoon, and Mantova, and hot and crowded and icecream and pictures and sleeping in the car on the journey to and back, and having a delicious dinner and a super-relaxing evening cuddling in my room, talking, laughing, feeling so well.
Finally, Saturday morning, which was this morning, a quiet walk in my town, just going around, stopping for another icecream, and sharing the last Italian lunch, before a quick packing and leaving almost in a hurry, everyone nervous, and tired, and wondering what awaited us in Brighton.
Nodding off in the plane, his hand holding mine, my head on his shoulder, and then talking on the bus, and finally planning to meet tomorrow morning.
What a wonderful time together. What a lovely holiday. What an incredible need to sleep!
So, I am uploading some pixies on Facebook...see you there.
Just back from this lovely, lovely, strange but lovely Italian holiday.
First days at home: enjoying the comfort of my bed, of my silent nice room, of the green field and mountains around me, of the kitchen, clean and tidy, of the bathroom, and the comfortable shower, of everything, really.
Then, Wednesday. Morning shopping with mum, a shower, lunch and getting changed, and at the airport so early, everything so exciting and strange, and waiting for my piccolino at the arrivals, and seeing him, and being in the car, going to Bergamo, holding hands, showing him around, then having a quiet dinner together, and spending some time on the bed in Brother Genius's room, watching tv, talking, cuddling.
Thursday, and a nice walk in a medieval town, taking pictures, and then after lunch, to the national park of rock engravings, more pictures, more talking, more of this beautiful feeling; then going to the lake, a few pictures and an icecream. And in the evening, the band. Wow. Playing, playing so much, and so well, feeling like I have never left, music running through my veins.
On Friday morning we are alone, and we go to the lake in my town, we walk, we talk a real lot, we ask a couple to take a picture of us, time flies and it's the afternoon, and Mantova, and hot and crowded and icecream and pictures and sleeping in the car on the journey to and back, and having a delicious dinner and a super-relaxing evening cuddling in my room, talking, laughing, feeling so well.
Finally, Saturday morning, which was this morning, a quiet walk in my town, just going around, stopping for another icecream, and sharing the last Italian lunch, before a quick packing and leaving almost in a hurry, everyone nervous, and tired, and wondering what awaited us in Brighton.
Nodding off in the plane, his hand holding mine, my head on his shoulder, and then talking on the bus, and finally planning to meet tomorrow morning.
What a wonderful time together. What a lovely holiday. What an incredible need to sleep!
So, I am uploading some pixies on Facebook...see you there.
Labels: Love, the usual chaos, tripping
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