Day 173 – Bed day and an unhappy Halloween

For today I had planned a beautiful day for the three of us to spend together. Nothing fancy or special, just a little quality time cuddling and playing to sort of recuperate the days when I am not at home. The main thing that cuddled me today was the bed and from time to time Ephia who came to offer me some loud smooches on the cheek. My body was and still is kind of out of it and I am still trying to figure out what hit me, although I think I have a pretty good idea about it. So, here I am, with a whole evening planned in my head, writing this post, alone in the house and with an orange and cinnamon tea in my hand. I am trying to lie to myself that this day was still a success because we spent the day together and although right now the house is empty and they went for a walk and maybe cake without me, even if I am glued to the armchair or the bed, I can still share a smile with them when they come back and feel a little better. Hoping that this was just a weird, wacky day and that tomorrow I will be in perfect shape, I have a whole work night planned that includes staying up until 4 am editing an interview and some short stories and maybe write something for my new project. In other words let’s feed the soul and the...

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Day 172 – Technology issues again

It seems that once in a blue moon I have some technology issues. This time is not my computer, although I never know when it’s going to crash next, but for now he gets the job done. This time my phone decided to leave my poor soul without any of its help again. Yesterday, while I was having a lovely conversation on the edge of a water fountain, I heard a splash right next to me and in about a split second I could see my phone on the bottom of the fountain waiting for me to rescue it; and so I did. I took him out and after taking it apart, I placed him into the sun to dry off. I have to say, I am not a really big fan of smart phones, but lately my phone helped me answer work emails in real time and also sometimes it gives me precise indications how to get where I want when I get lost. These being said, I can declare that I am not addicted of mobile connection but I need it badly. Who knows, maybe it will come around and we can give our relationship one more try. The phone I am using now is an old friend of mine, a very old Nokia that knows how to make its presence sensed when ringing and it never fails to take my calls. You can imagine the facial expression of the people sitting next to me on the tram yesterday,...

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Day 171 – Naked friendship

Today was a sad and beautiful day at the same time. I allowed myself a four hour break from everything and anything, including Florence and went to visit one of my other selves. That part was the beautiful side of the day. We’ve spent the hours we had together like only we know how to and the ritual of having bad coffee and smoke like factories, will maybe haunt us until the end of time, but it’s still the best feeling. Sometimes I need a real friend who knows who I am underneath all the masks and the pretended costumes I like to put on everyday. While taking the train back, I stared outside the window, over the Tuscan hills and imagined how simple it would all be, if we could find what we need only a short train ride away. But nothing is that simple. Distance is an enemy to all things and time is the relativity that often kills. That was the sad part of the day, but because I love train rides and reading in the train is one of the best feelings in the world for me, I took only the good and stuffed the bad into a new drawer from the cabinet designed for only one purpose: to hold all my bad feelings in. It’s nice to take a look into your real mirror sometimes and be able to smile by the time you have to glance away again. I wish you the same and...

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Day 170 – Writers night in the countryside

Yesterday was a pretty amazing day. After a well deserved little lecture and discovering apple and cinnamon tea, which by the way smells like Heaven on Earth and I want it everyday, I went to teach my regular Monday classes. Me and the girls at the class played games, read stories and imagined new worlds together. For the writers meeting last night, we have all been invited to David’s house, one of our fellow writers that lives a few kilometers outside of Florence. The smell of fresh air hit my lungs as soon as I got out of the car and so many beautiful memories invaded my brain, seeing that his house and view was almost the same as our house and our view from four years ago. I used to love living in the countryside, the view over the Tuscan hills, the quietness, the spectacular sky and most of all the comfortable solitude feeling. So last night all those feelings came back and although I wouldn’t leave the city again, it would be so nice to have the option once in a while. After admiring his house, his dog and his beautiful family, we all sat down and feasted, and what can be more pleasant, than speak books language, with your body fully contempt? Last night was a really nice meeting, not only because of the amazing atmosphere, but also because we’ve read some very good pieces and we had fun working on them. Although we had some missing members last night,...

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Day 169 – Soft incentive

After a not so relaxing weekend and a lot of things hovering over my head, today I made a pact with myself that I will try to do my best and finish what I can, really fast. So, last night, I spent almost all my time trying to recover what I kept postponing; because there are a million things to do, I have only managed to get half way through, but still… With two upcoming interviews, two more interviews left to record, a lot of articles to write, teaching everywhere almost everyday, a beautiful two year old and occasionally a husband, I have somehow managed to start a new project. Call me crazy, but I think I can’t live without having deadlines pulling my arms off until I drop. I love my brand new project, it’s just like a small infant who hasn’t even opened his eyes yet, waiting for me to model it, to protect it and strengthen it, so I can let it loose into the world. But babies are cute right? Everyone wants to see a new born baby and get that dumb smile on their faces, while squeaking like mice, even if we all know new born babies are actually pretty ugly. So, I won’t risk a lie from your part and show you my new born, but I am going to tease you with some small random chose fragments of it. I am a photographer. My stories come from the suffering of others who are pretending...

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Day 168 – Random babbling

I had so many things I wanted to write about,but no idea how to phrase them because I am sort of angry, so I will just ambiguously unload here. Today was suppose to be a fun Sunday, spent with my two favorite people, going shopping, gossiping, laughing and playing in the park. All that happened, but not before receiving a disturbing phone call this morning. I think I’ve said this before, I am not a morning person. The worst thing one can do for himself is talk to me in the morning, because I am either incoherent and extremely forgetful, or I just stare and eventually get angry for not being left alone. I have a history of hitting people because they’ve tried to wake me up (as I requested them the night before) and I don’t even remember doing it. Some people always ask me how did I manage to work day jobs. I ask myself that too sometimes, but I guess the fact that all my jobs were at least half an hour away from my house, I had time to really wake up before talking to anyone. I do have only one exception that applies to children under fourteen years old, anything above that age I consider almost an adult and therefor someone who can understand I am not a morning person. And no, I don’t drink coffee in the morning because my system can’t have fluids or smoke when I wake up. To sum it up let’s just say I am...

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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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