Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 104 – My August

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Remember I was saying here how my American friends are deserting me? Well, one of them came back today and I couldn’t be more thrilled. He was a little zombie looking like and and a little offline, but who wouldn’t after all those hours spent in the air. I guess jet lag is a bitch and I hope I can find that out on my own skin sometime soon. August seems to wrap up its things and move...

Day 91 – Party in the cemetery

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Yesterday was all about lingering and chilling with my amazing man and my beautiful Ephia. After all the fun of jumping in bed, having lunch together and enjoying a well deserved nap, we went to party in the cemetery. As I have said many more times before, one of the members from my Writers Group, the more colorful one as I like to consider her, lives in a beautiful monumental cemetery and she...

Day 22 – My American friends are “deserting” me or artists are aliens with creative skills

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When I moved to Florence, almost five years ago, I didn’t want to make new friends; I was so tired of hanging out and talking shit, listening to everyone’s problems that I felt like I needed a break, so a change without anyone I knew around me was perfect. You tend to love your stayed-behind friends more when you are far away and you have only the internet to speak to them (and sometimes...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu