Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 45 – Rambling sentences about my day


I woke up too late. That’s not even a fact anymore, it became a cliché. Made breakfast and got dressed really fast, just because I wanted to get out of the house. We took two mugs from the house and headed towards the bar, preparing to fill them up with coffee and spend a pleasant morning in our garden. Tough luck, because today was St John’s day (patron saint of Florence), which is a public holiday in Florence and which means absolutely everything on our street was locked up and closed. Someone should have taken a picture of our faces, when we realized we are the only three people on a completely  deserted street, with two empty coffee mugs in our hands. Because our throats were open for a taste of cappuccino, we decided to go three streets further, where civilization begins. I make it sound like I live in the dessert, but that’s just how my street looks like during any kind of holiday or Sunday.

After that enjoyable event and with our taste buds satisfied, we returned to our original plan and just hang around and played in the garden. I spent all afternoon enjoying a friend’s book, but because I am sleep deprived all the time, I fell asleep on the keyboard while I was making comments. I got fifteen minutes of dreams when Ephia decided to wake up, so I picked up my fingers from the computer, my face from the screen and went into her room with a big smile on my face.

I spent my evening shooting hoops with D and Ephia and just strolling through the neighborhood afterwards. At some point tonight, I thought about what would I do without this project and I realized it’s a part of my daily routine now. That being said, I hope you had a great day today and maybe enjoyed the amazing fireworks I heard about, downtown of Florence (for those of you not living in Florence, you should move).

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