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, this group is very dear to my heart and the quality of the people in it is what makes it so tight.
All in all last night was healthy food for my soul, spending time with people whom I can be myself with and working on the latest project that was sitting for years in the corner of my mind. I have said this before, but I can’t help it not saying it again: Mondays have become my favorite days in over a year now, so is it Monday already?