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Day 336 – Sunday…Sunday…Sunday

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It’s such a beautiful day today in Florence. The morning cake and cappuccino under the morning sun was dreamy. I am not even going to mention the extra hour spent in bed watching cartoons. Ups, I already did. ūüôā After spending two hours in the garden, looking for ladybugs and making flower bracelets with Ephia, everything is calm¬†now. The cat is talking in its sleep, my daughter is having...

Day 315 – No pain

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Sunday morning, happiness, straying in bed until midday, laziness… no pain. Having fun, cruising along among dreams, loving feelings…no pain. Conversations, thoughts, writing…no pain. A play, actors, friends…no pain. Proudness, ¬†feelings, fun… no pain. Coffee, ¬†bragging, planning, no pain. Food, chocolate, smoking… no pain. The way home, phone call...

Day 314 – Lost

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Did I ever mention that I love driving? I think I did, but maybe I wasn’t clear enough. I love driving! Give me a car, gas and make me drive you somewhere and my worries disappear for those few hours. I got to do that today. After two hours of teaching, a friend asked¬†me to drive him outside of town for some shopping. I was in heaven. I had so much fun that at some point I got lost (maybe...

Day 301 – Sunday…

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It’s been a weird day today. On any other day, I would describe the events that happened today as bricks to build a perfect day, but not today. We spent the morning at the playground with Ephia, mingling with moms and kids, having coffee and watching her being happy. It was a lot of fun. We had a nice walk, delicious lunch and a friend over for drinks and stories. After Ephia’s¬†long...

Day 287 – Sunday again

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Great coffee in the morning at our favorite pastry shop with a brioche in our hands. Being lazy in front of a nice animation, preferably with penguins or cats, then after a nice lunch, fun, games and rolling in bed. That’s how most of our Sundays look like and that’s exactly how this Sunday looks like. The moody weather doesn’t help me much with my plans of taking a nice stroll...

Day 277 – Aimless

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Not in the mood, tired, empty, feeling purposeless… Shower, early morning, overslept, motherly duties… Desperate for fresh air, coffee break, planning, smiling… Lots of hugs, lunch, leaving, teaching… Children, beauty, satisfaction, buss stop… Home, dinner, lots of hugs, smiles, sadness. This is how my day would look like without using any verbs. I was supposed to...

Day 259 – Fun Sunday

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After a whole week of running around, I decided to skip all the usual Sunday routine and plan something more fun for the three of us to do. So, when the cocka-doodle-doo sang from the other room, I jumped out of bed and brought her into our room for morning cuddles. Ephia usually doesn’t like any changes that get in the way of her routine, but who doesn’t love morning cuddles in the...

Day 244 – Sacrifices

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How far is one willing to go to achieve success? How much is anyone willing to sacrifice to touch a dream? I do not like compromises of any kind, but as any human being I make them on a daily basis just because I was born into a society. Sacrifices are a necessary evil, whether you are by yourself or have a family to support, but what I have learnt the most is that sacrificing is a must when it...

Day 219 – All you need is…

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Today was field trip day. Us girls embarked ourselves on a beautiful adventure, away into the hills surrounding Florence. I have been promising Ephia this trip for a while now and although our day started out like it normally does, it all shifted with a phone call. Thus, we packed a few bags and books for the road and jumped into a train. As the train moved, the tension from the city and all the...

Day 215 – And so it went…

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Ah, yesterday was much more than we have planned and expected it would be. We had an amazing day and the best part was that Ephia had a great time. I am not sure if she knew it was her birthday, but this year she definitely understood¬†everything was about her. She had a few guests and she made a new friend, who’s almost her age. She showed us what a great host she can be, as she¬†avoided...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu