#Week 7

All good things come to an end, even La Dolce Vita in Italia… The first morning I woke up in my own bed again I kept thinking ‘5 more minutes, just 5 more minutes’ and before I knew it, it was time to have lunch rather than breakfast. When I finally dragged myself out of bed and got up, so many thoughts were going through my mind; I wanted to go back to Italy as soon as possible (or actually, I never really wanted to leave in the first place!), I thought about setting up a project involving kids learning about food: where does it come from and how does it grow, I saw an opportunity in organising getaways for men so they could learn some long lost ‘real men’ skills… Suffice it to say that my brain was working overtime!

Looking back at it now, I think it was mainly me having trouble facing my ‘real life’. Not that reality was so bad, far from it, but it did mean that I had to deal with the fact that I still didn’t know what exactly I was going to do next. The time of running off to paradise destinations and procrastination was officially over! Deep down I knew this very well and I reckon that’s why I wanted to go back to Italy so badly. Instead, there I was, getting up at midday on a random Thursday with no one to share my latest adventures and, more importantly, my ‘post-Italy-depression’, with. Suddenly I was extremely aware of the fact that I didn’t have a job any more and that I had no idea where to start now.

Luckily, there wasn’t much time to be moaning about any of this as the next day my friend Fatima was coming over from Paris. She and a few of her closest friends were going to spend the weekend in London to celebrate Fatima’s 30th birthday with us. It ended up being one of those glorious midsummer weekends full of sun, barbecues, pimm’s and lots of laughter; a mini holiday in itself. Little did I know that the man with the hammer would come back first thing Monday morning to give me a big fat hit with it…

#Week 7 in Words
a lovely start of the week in Umbria, flying to Stansted, strolling through Camden at night, tropical temperatures in the park, fun with friends, bubbles to say cheers and a lovely weekend in London Fields.

#Week 7 in Pics

One thought on “#Week 7

  1. I share your Post-Dolce Vita-depression…
    “For us to go to Italy and to penetrate into Italy is like a most fascinating act of self-discovery, back, back down the old ways of time. Strange and wonderful chords awake in us, and vibrate again after many hundreds of years of complete forgetfulness.”
    Love u


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