Dear London,
I first met you not long ago, and I don’t know you so well, but every time I come back to you I feel like I’m home.
I like your rigour, and even the rain that makes everything so apparently grey. And your light, because when the sun comes out everything shines bright; a light that can be cold and sharp, but surprisingly warm. (altro…)
The beauty of the journey is leaving, discovering new horizons and forgetting for a brief period of time your daily life and reassuring habits.
Then you come back, September and autumn are just around the corner, with good resolutions spinning in your head and that will soon be swallowed by usual frenzies. (altro…)
Every journey leaves you with memories and emotions, but some are more magical than others. I’ve always loved Barcelona very much, right from my very first visit there, and every time it’s been like coming home.
These were 4 unforgettable days. A perfect wedding, full of happiness and – yes – tears of joy; heavy rain alternating with sunshine that made everything unpredictable; long term friends and new ones, all of them special.
My luggage is void and back in its place again. But there are good memories, and lots of photographs.
Adéu Barcelona.