Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 331 – Pisa

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Continuing with memories from our trips around Italy. Today, Pisa. When we first visited Pisa we went more because we heard so much about it. After the first two visits we realized that Pisa was overrated; nothing more to see than the Leaning Tower and that famous, beautiful square. There was though a touching story that D shared with me when we saw the Leaning Tower for the first time. It was...

Day 330 – San Gimignano

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As the days get us closer and closer to the finish line, I thought it would be really nice to share some of my travelling in Italy memories with all of you. I will start with San Gimignano because it’s one of my favorite cities in Tuscany. Five years ago, when life meant going to work all week and gossiping at a glass of Martini in the evening, we came to the conclusion that the best way to...

Day 324 – Road trip

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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...

Day 290 – A different love holiday

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As I was saying here, we have a different day for celebrating love; kind of like Valentine’s day just a bit different. The holiday is called Dragobete and the legend says that he was the son of Mother Dochia, which stands for the main character in the pagan myth related to spring arrival and the end of the harsh winter. We love celebrating this day and not the commercialized American one...

Day 289 – Decisions

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I don’t like deciding things. It’s one of my most awful nightmares. I don’t like deciding how and when to change houses, cars, furniture, pets, computers and so on. I get to attached to things. I name them, talk to them, tell them my life story trying in a way to make them welcome into my life and then I almost cry when I have to let them go. And you always have to let them go...

Day 286 – Saturday’s mood

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Saturday morning. We start with a Cambridge test for my kids. Everyone gets a sticker, everyone is smiling. I’m too tired to play, I’m to tired to teach, but I go on not thinking, not breathing my exhaustion. Friday nights know me so well. They are meant to be so that they can torture me to death. I always play it safe. I do my work fast, as much as I can during the day and go to bed...

Day 269 – Childless mother (part IV)

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Holding her daughter’s hand. Paralyzed with fear, invaded by memories. Seventeen years ago she was standing in a waiting room, similar to the one they were in now. Or maybe the tiles were just a little bit cleaner. She too was judging the women around her, she too was afraid of death and compromise. But she had to do it, her career was depending on her and also… also she didn’t...

Day 243 – About family

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This has always been a very sensitive issue to many. Which one is more important: the family you are born into or the one you build for yourself from scratch? I was asked to talk about this many times before, so I will finally express my opinion on the subject. I will start by saying that I think the most important person in your life must be yourself and that in order to commit to any type of...

Day 242 – Missing a tree

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When I was fourteen years old, my mother took me up into the mountains to visit my godmother. I hadn’t seen her in ten years, barely remembered the house she was living in and had no idea she had two children. Ever since I was a child I was fascinated with trees. I need it to climb them, talk to them and feel them.They were my best friends and the only ones privileged to hear my true...

About life as an adventure, fatherhood and fine art photography with Mark Abouzeid

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Mark Abouzeid is a remarkable storyteller. Ever since we had our first conversation in Piazza Santo Spirito, he never ceased to captivate my attention with his fascinating stories about life, travelling and fatherhood. Mark is not your regular artist, in fact he doesn’t fit any category really well, but his work is amazing and speaks for itself. He is truely a source of inspiration and I...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu