Day 167 – Some facts about my snow

There are not a lot of things that I miss from back home, but one of the things I have on that short list is snow. Winters in my country are this magical fairy tale and snowing is exactly as described in children’s stories.There is also that after snowing part with the slime, the bogs, and insane traffic, which no one loves and I won’t mention; I will pretend it doesn’t exist for the next couple of minutes. On one of my many bus rides today, I took out my phone and browsed the news feed on Facebook, and there it was, the perfect snow looking back at me from a friend’s picture, winking and calling me outside to play. I looked out the window and what do you know, a sunny day in Florence and at least 25 Celsius degrees outside. Well, the prices you have to pay to live in this city are starting to become impossible hahaha. That picture took me back for five minutes and I remembered my childhood, when there weren’t so many cars to squash all that beautiful snow, make it dirty and finally transforming it into a filthy puddle. Those were the days when we would go outside, build snowmen and steal carrots for their noses, all of us tucked into a tone of clothes with rubber boots and four pairs of socks on our feet, but still managed to get home freezing and wet. We were the happiest children on Earth from my perspective...

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Day 166 – A morning with Ephia

Today, us girls were left by ourselves and enjoyed the morning and afternoon together. I decided that what better way to have some fun together than take a stroll downtown of Florence. Although it was suppose to be a bus strike today, everything worked out in our favor and we didn’t even have to wait for any buses, because they all seemed to come precisely in the moment we arrived at the stops; that is definitely Ephia’s luck and not mine, I sometimes have to wait for twenty minutes for the damn bus to come. Our first stop was at Legatoria il Torchio, where I had to pick up my brand new, personalized leather journal, hand made by Erin, the owner of the store. She has a shop that makes writer’s dreams come true and not only, so I highly recommend for you guys to pay her a visit and browse through her beautiful products. Our next stop was Anna’s beautiful studio, where I will be hosting the Saturday storytelling classes. We walked by the river to get there and Ephia wanted to sit on Ponte Vecchio and watch the river for a while, then she just looked at me like “Let’s go! I can see this thing any day I want!”, grabbed my hand and made her way through the dozens of tourists just waiting to grab her spot. Ephia loves walking hand in hand through the city, but as any Florentine, if I would bring her downtown everyday, she...

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Day 165 – Searching for…

Did I tell you that sometimes I feel like crawling into a hole and not come out of there for a long time? Did I tell you that when I feel like doing that, writing these daily thoughts are the hardest thing I have to do? I am so tired! I am tired of feeling needy, tired of asking and not receiving, tired of feeling like I don’t belong or that I am not doing enough. Sometimes, I think that maybe in a year from now I will look back at this project and start reading the titles, the words, my life nicely packed in a daily blog diary and I will thank myself for doing this. How much optimism must one have until every little crumble of hope will crash or just pack up and leave? How much waiting, crawling, fighting, wanting does it take to convince yourself you are on the right path and you shouldn’t give up? How many more metaphorical knifes do you have to be stabbed with, for you to turn around and give it all up? Do we ever stop fighting? Do we ever stop wanting? These are not my questions anymore, I already took yet another turn, one that will hide me from any answers for a while and will put a wall between me and the questions above. But, sometimes, when you take a turn, you can easily get lost and end up on the same street and in the same...

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Day 164 – Storytelling on Saturday

Remember the Storytelling Workshop I am conducting this year? If you didn’t read about it yet you can find all the information you need by clicking here. First I would like to explain that despite of the word workshop, this class will go on for the entire school year. I chose that word because since I am a writer, I sometimes get very weird about word choosing and this one fit best with storytelling in my mind. Otherwise I am very happy to work with all the children who are attending my classes so far. We are all learning so much about literature, characters, plots, adventures and also about our own hidden stories. We are all having so much fun and I am so excited to see their little faces burst into laughter when a character makes a fool out of himself, or see them smile because of a happy ending. This week I will be starting Saturday afternoon classes for the older age group, between six and ten years old. The classes will take place at Via dei Fossi and they will start at 5 pm. If you are interested or know anyone who is, please contact me at: writerinflorence@gmail.com and I will send by email the registration form. So spread the word and help me, help them grow wings, interact and improvise through the craft of storytelling.

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Day 163 – Identity crises

There are days when I have no reason to write anything. There are days when I don’t feel the need to write anything and there are days when I absolutely don’t want to write anything (that mostly happens when I have a dark day). Today I am having a dark day and I think I am getting tired of this carousel of emotions. I have the urge to stop, sit still, cover myself in blankets, drink a cinnamon tea and eat chocolate cookies with nothing but silence around me. Sometimes the silence kills me all together because I can hear my brain thinking, other times the same silence vacuums every thought I have and I can pretend I don’t exist for a second.(Have you tried that? It’s awesome!) Today is one of those days when nothing makes sense and I want to crawl into a black hole where no one can find me for a while. I would sit quietly there for twenty minutes, I will start missing my family, I would get hungry, I would slowly open my eyes and eventually when all the initial feelings will go away, I would wish to have something to write on so I can remember that black hole moment.

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Day 162 – Back to work

That day of the week again, when all the faces on the street are sadder and sighing from time to time, when the minute hand of the clock seems to walk slower somehow. For me Mondays, mean a lazy morning, getting up late, having coffee with my family and after lunch, going on the working war front. I am always looking forward for Monday evenings, because of our weekly writers meeting and, because I started working on a new project (which cannot be disclosed for now), it’s even more exciting to meet my “kind” of people and blabber away about literature. This week seemed so long that I almost feel I didn’t see them in a long time, but so much has happened since last Monday that my brain is stopping me from acknowledging that it’s only been a week. As for all of you out there, may you have a great start of the week and whether you are being lazy all day or busy little bees, have a beautiful day, which you will look nicely back at, when you will be in bed all tucked in tonight.

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Day 161 – Strolling through the streets of Florence

This weekend Open Studio Weekend happened in Florence, organized by Lost in Florence. The event was very popular and some studios opened there doors specially for it. Because I had an exhausting Saturday, I only stopped by at some doors, just to say “Hi!” and to catch up with some of my favorite artists. My first one was Sara, and as usual her place is very alive and colorful, inviting the eyes to wander and relax at the sight of her work. I personally have fallen in love with some of her latest necklaces which now are on the “must have” list. If you didn’t get to see Sara’s studio this weekend, you can visit her anytime on Via di Mezzo 6. My next stop was Il Torchio, a bookbinding shop that has become one of my favorites because of its products. What better way to charm a writer than placing him in a shop with paper smell, lots of awesome things for him to play with and a friendly shop owner. One of the problems I am facing while in this shop is that my enthusiasm grows such huge wings that I start acting weird; you know like a five year old that really wants to go to Disneyland and when he finally gets there, he just looks around with a dumb look on his face and waddles like a penguin. Anyways, Erin’s place is really amazing and it’s worth visiting. You can find it on Via dei Bardi...

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Day 160 – Working day and an amazing lunch

And thus began my working Saturdays. Leaving the house at 8,15 this morning was such a surprise for our bartender friend, that he looked outside and asked if it was snowing. But then again he never saw me up and on the streets before 10am, so his amazement was pretty justified. A nice chocolate pastry to give me some energy and a cappuccino were just the things I need it to start my day properly and get going. The first class I taught today, was with the sweetest children. I loved them so much and they made it so easy and fun for me to teach them. I can’t wait to see them again next Saturday and hear their cute little voices calling out: “Teacher, just a second in Italy please?” which would be the English version of: “Teacher can I please speak Italian for a second?”. What can I say, we are slowly getting there and as long as we are having fun, learning is just the second act which will come naturally. After all that teaching and with a two hour window, what better thing to do than visit Sara‘s studio and let Luigi (her husband) feed me lunch. I’ve had the best pasta with pesto and pomodori of my life, although I have to admit I’ve never had pesto before, so I was an easy conquest; still for me the dish was amazing, so thank you again Luigi, you are my feeding hero for the day. With...

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Day 159 – The meaning of all things

What is the meaning of all the things happening around us, or of the things we make happen? What does it all lead to? There are so many parts of our life that we choose to ignore sometimes, only so we can take them out and explore whenever we are ready to face them. For instance, if you are having a bad day, you could think that everything is pointless because you will eventually die, so no matter what you achieve the end is imminent. On other days, when you’re having an amazing time, you can believe anything is possible and your brain gives meaningfulness to things that you didn’t even notice before. There can be so many situations like that and for each situation, the meaning of everything can change completely from a minute to another. So what is the real purpose of everything you claim to be and sometimes feel you are? There is none. The purpose is not to have a meaning that you can cling on, but just to be. Months ago I would have said that the point is to be you, but you are never who you expect to be and you are a constant change both for the world and for yourself.

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Day 158 – Strolling downtown of Florence and museum hospitals

Sometimes even hospitals can be museums. I went to visit a friend in the hospital today and while the one I was in some months ago looked really futuristic and clean, this one looked like a real live museum. While I was searching for the surgical floor, I stopped numerous times to take pictures and at some point I realized I was behaving like a tourist. But how can you not when the building itself is a work of art. Doing a little research I found out that Da Vinci too was admitted and treated in that hospital and I have to say that the hospital’s bar has a really nice terrace. I know, I am a freak, people are dying and suffering there and I care about there coffee place, their sculptures and works of art, but what can I say, Florence does that to you in so many ways. Oh, yes and my friend had a view to the Duomo from his window! So, although it wasn’t a happy occasion nor a desirable one, today I strolled downtown of Florence, slowly taking each step to reach my destination, looking around me and admiring the city that is my host. And to end the day in a proper way, I also stopped to say hi to another good friend, at her jewelry studio, so maybe I can say that today was visiting day. Good night Florence! Thank you for the enjoyable walk! Alla prossima!  

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