Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?
Chocolate with that special smell of hazelnut, creamy, sweet, on the slice of bread, it tells you <eat me, eat me> and the tea spoon sinks into the jar, one two , three or infinite times, until it’s all over😋.
It’s Nutella! In the afternoon , after school it was very good; I was greedy and now… The same😊…sweet memories.
During the Austrian domination, between 17 and 22 march 1848 all of Milan,which was part of the Lombard-Venetian kingdom, rose up against the Austrian soldiers.
The women of five days square, that are my progenitor, made barricades by overturning carts and chased Austrians (commanded by Radedsky) ,away with pitchforks.
I was born in the area of “five days” called in Milanes dialect ” porta tusa, girl door” and I have a bit of blood of that women,strong and fighters in the name of own independence.We should sometimes take them as an example.😉
It was Christmas time, and with my parents I always went to ski in Molveno, beautiful place in Trentino, north-east of Italy.
I had a company of fifteen year olds to go skiing, and one of that, I liked him a lot.
We are always together; during the day we skied and in the night we went dancing.
I waited an entire holiday, before to declare my sympathy but at the end, returning from vacation, he kissed me, and, I understood that who loved me back. Wow🥰 The first time I kissed…it was a really nice crush😄
This winter, I and Fiore met Diana and Zari, from Bulgaria. They also in travel to go in Portugal, shared with us a beautiful month in Spain.
They invited us to go in Bulgaria, telling us, that their country has a beautiful natural territory,with the black sea, a little cold in winter.
As they told us, it’s interesting to visit with motorhome,🚌, because has many places where to stop.
P.s. Bulgaria is next Greece, reachable from the south Italy, I think Puglie, passing through Greece, or passing through Trieste, italy, travelling long countries of east Europe as Croatia and Albania.
It’s an idea😀… When we know someone from another country, is nice to immagine to go and visit,a country with special guides as who lives there; An opportunity to take. I don’t know when, cause we thought to visit Sicily in the next travel season, but surely we’ll go.😄👍🏼
WIth my hands, many things I do for me To work, to travel, to live Many things I do, with my hands, for you and made from my heart, are most important of That I've done. When idea comes from my mind I look for, to realize, My eyes design in the sky and the lines,I transform, with my hands Follow my plans. Then, my hands, are special tool and the best is, they speak with me and you, "toujours"😉.
” Life deserves to be lived well always”( from my soul, L.F.)
<After years of work, here in Italy, I’ll retire, to enjoy my home, my family, to go on holiday whenever I want, with my husband and my friends of my same age.
Tomorrow, we’ll advantage of the discount third age, to go in Spain with airplane and once, we get there, we’ll take a mini van for rent, to tour the Iberian Peninsula… We stay there, some year ago, but is different, now I have an economic extra security and especially, I haven’t noone waiting for me, at home.>
This is an ideal prospect I saw in the past years; my mom and my dad did this so, their friends too.
We, from another age and from a different work situation, have another solutions, 🤔 work again I mean, but if I want retire me, the best would be the first description.😊
What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?
I remember that my dad, used in winter, a long red scarf, that was one of many we kept in a box. In the years, I changed house, city, but that scarf remained with me.
When I’m tired and I need of a “little heat”, I wear that red scarf, going back to being a child.😄❤️
Radio plays a song In the silence of the night, Wind, thin, blows from the windows making leaves dance of my plants. Out, is all black, Only that lights, on the hills,here behind, indicate life, and my mind, take relax from the day, in this night, These are magic hours, Sitting calmly, I leave the weight of my body, follow my heart and, Writing my thoughts, I create, A cat meows, and another is sleeping near me. Night is magic
Today I and Fiore went for a walk in Sanremo center. The sky was of intense blue, towards the hills there were big black clouds, but here, in the past days, we observe that it rains little, so it’s better enjoy of this beautiful place.
Near the ex railway station, we noticed a baby seagull in trouble; he was walking and couldn’t take flight. His mother flighting near, called him, to help him.
Mom seagull
While a car was to arrive, the little took flight, his mother, with the beak, pushed him to get up and we, with a beating heart, applauded them. Wonderful spectacle of nature😆, school of flight and life…for us.😉
<Today I and Fiore are gone to the beach; weather was good and beach was full of people, children were playing, others swam and others, again, enjoyed the pleasure of being in company, life flowed well, like tree sap and I observed them with pleasure and curiosity, because every person is different, is it’s own world.>
Come back to motorhome, we spoke with our neighbors, making time fly… there is joy of life in the air😄.
Life is really amazing, surely to live passionately.💫