Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 324 – Road trip


The train took me a little outside of Florence today. I had almost five hours all to myself today, to spend as I wish, so because I love riding the train, and also the person who was waiting for me at the end of the road, I said why not?

I spend a beautiful morning and afternoon, chatting and unloading a tone of feelings that have been invading me for months. By the time I got back to Florence I could breath easier. Such an amazing feeling, such a great day! At home a big smile and hug were ready for me to receive and two little sparkly eyes were looking playfully into mine. Happy day… exhausting day…good exhaustion 🙂

And now back to the train ride. Trains are my favorite means of transportation. I can think better when riding the train, I can write, dream, sleep… I can never do any of that on airplanes or cars. Maybe the daydreaming part, but that’s about it. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to ride the train by myself. Back then I felt like the adults accompanying me were spoiling the ride, and I was so right. So, when I was about 12 years old I lied to my mom that my friends and their parents asked me to join them on a field trip outside of town for the day. She agreed for me to go and trusted me completely when I said that I will meet them at the train station. Either she was gullible or knew exactly what I wanted to do and trusted me to do it by myself. I am sure I will never know the right answer to that one. Anyway, there I was, inside the train station, inside that giant waiting room that looked like a moving human hive, trying to decide which train to take and where to go. I don’t remember the destination I chose, but I do remember the hour spent in the train. The noises the train made, its movements like a slow motion swing, its whistles and its smell. I loved everything about that trip and I promised myself that no matter what happens, I will always love riding the train, even when I become the annoying grown-up.

I am that annoying grown-up now and still when I am planning a trip that requires taking the train, I a just like that little 12 year old kid again, sitting in the middle of the moving human hive, absorbing the joy and the silence that takes over my soul.

About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

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Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu