martedì, agosto 14, 2018

The ligure Brooklyn bridge

It was The Bridge. I used to love crossing it,  made me feel like I knew exactly how Brooklyn Bridge was! I grew up driving through it and under it with my father, with my mother, with my childhood friends, with one of the first boyfriends in route for a romantic drink in Piazza Delle Erbe, on a train to Sampierdarena.
It was a symbol, Genova! It was where you could see the nearby Ikea, where you would have a second glimpse of the sea. Crossing the bridge was a ritual an experience more than anything...

I remember a younger myself sat in the back seat looking outside the window at the bridge's ties, thinking how majestic it was, years passed by and it made always the same impression on me, even now, whenever I have to go to the airport after a mini-break, that bridge had always its charm.






It was a spectacle.

Imagine just this morning how shocked I felt when I've discovered what happened. The bridge collapsed. How can a bridge collapse? How can this happen in 2018? With all the technologies we have? With all the latest iPhones, all the stupid things we surround ourselves with. The things that upset me the most is that our beloved politicians at the lead of the country talk about implementing new bridges and various infrastructures around Italy. What about the mandatory maintenance of the one we already possess?
In the last years whenever I'd come back home I'd crossed the Morandi bridge, there were always constructions sites, what for?  I thought improvement work was carried on, but apparently, they weren't. The whole country is waiting for someone to give the blame to and once everyone is happy the whole thing will be forgotten as the myriads of naughty and dirty things that go to pile up under the carpet. A bridge from the late 60s can't survive the weight and amount of traffic that we have nowadays, this means that the majority of the bridges in our country should be destroyed and rebuilt. But of course, monitoring and maintenance cost money, money that possibly local administration they don't have.

What of the rumours about the unsafety of the bridge? It gives me the shivers just thinking that this was announced tragedy rather than something unpredictable. My dear Italy, what's happening to the beautiful country you used to be in my father's stories? Although everyone was safe and none around me got hurt, his voice, it's hard to remove it from my memory, almost about to break in angry tears. The disappointment, the sadness of seeing his own country falling apart. My thoughts and words are towards the victims. This should be a wake-up call for the whole country.






domenica, luglio 22, 2018

Honest people

Good evening, almost a week has gone after the last post and during this time I came up with a different sort of conclusion. I remember that some time ago someone told: “You’ll be able to make a special bond with people from 16 to 24 years old - after that, you will see that it will get harder to establish a durable connection with people.” How true is that? I’m myself, in the situation where like I’m surrounded by many new people, but is so incredibly hard to get them to know me or even to get them to know me. And plus if you do get to know them, seems like there’s nothing interesting to look for in some of them. The other day I was talking to a friend of many, a really close one, she told me that we should never lose the ability to be curious and that is what takes a step further; was probably something I knew already, but how good it is when someone tells you in their own words? When you see that isn’t just something cloudy being pictured sometimes in your mind, but that curiosity itself is what makes the difference. 
People aren’t gonna remember about you, but you gotta give something to them not to forget you. So it will a good thing to start giving yourself ideas and brief to make people think about them, every day make at least one out-of-your-comfort-zone question for someone.
It has not to be “How are you?”, it has not to be something easy to reply to, but something that could give them to think and be curious themselves about you. 

A few days ago I went to see the game at the pub and unexpectedly I’ve met this girl we used to go out many years ago. “Life has changed and is good,” she says to us, me and Lorenzo. The three of us looked at each other in a meaningful way understanding our glances in a matter of seconds; the thing that life has changed and it keeps evolving, is like getting lost in the same forest all over again, being sure of where the path is but almost unconsciously mistaking it all the time, until you find it and you can’t believe how easy it was to find it. Life is a looping thing and eventually, everything will repeat. During this time, I wished I could gain more people skill in this life and become more and more comfortable with the acquired ones from previous experiences. 

The truth naked and crude is that people actually suck, and you gotta deal with this. The more you grow, the more you will learn. The faster you’ll do, the less you going to be affected by negative energies. Because it takes a minute, or a wrong phrase to transform your mouth in a human volcano of burning words. - I’ve decided to delete the last part of this post, because of a very strong language, that I refuse to use on this blog - lol

With (self) love

N x

mercoledì, luglio 04, 2018

Flight back to reality

Guess what?

My flight is an hour delayed, whilst I started to think about all the possibilities I have to get home at a decent time I thought I could dedicate some time to my blog!

With great surprise is a pleasure to be able to sit here, in the airport departure hall with a little bit of time for me to think about the past days. On Friday, my father drove me to Serravalle where took a train to come and visit my boyfriend towards the South of Italy. It is incredible how life here is always beautiful! They say is boring as fuck, because from their side there’s nothing to do, but I think is just great. I totally mean it! Friends gather together at the bar, probably just smoking cigarettes and gulping beers! But they are together, talking, exchanging stories, updating each other on their own life. People down here are so warm, there’s a genuine interest towards the individuals around you. Every time I come back is a feast! Makes my heart so full! It is such a great feeling to be surrounded by so many nice people! I can start calling them friends year after year; I was talking to my parents a few minutes ago and my mum told me: “ You should have gone a bit before, you always enjoy more there. “ This is not absolutely true. I deeply love my family, I love spending more time with them than anyone else, there was just a half-truth in what she said. I feel like every time I’m going back home there are less and fewer people I can relate to. The ones I can, for whom I truly feel blessed and grateful, are the ones that have their own lives and their things to carry on with and most of the times I’m more like little brackets in their days. Is sad times, seeing how life goes past you and is like you’ve been hibernated for a certain period of time.

Whilst here things seem never changing, people get together, they love each other. 
But… Friends are there every time and every day. People get really together when someone’s coming back. A table of 23 people, some of them haven’t seen each other in ages. But they are still there. This is so powerful. I’m sad I couldn’t be the one strongest enough to keep everyone stick together, although a time you can’t do anything with time and people’s minds, things get ruined, internal and behavioural fights start. 

I’m so glad I can witness still love and friendship around me and leaving my sweet troubled country with a big smile and happy to go back to what I can call a second home

I’m sitting here, I’ve probably said that already and I’m looking at the different people sitting around me, parents that are going to spend a week to cool down in London. English ladies and gents coming back home with their cute sandals all bronze and tanned reading their books. And us Italian are the least quiet. Kids have their noses glued to the window to try to trace the aeroplane. A massive petrol tank drives at full speed on the airstrip, people - most Italians - move towards the gate windows of this little and provincial airport to see what is going on outside, “flight is delayed and is not gonna change” I think. Everyone makes me feel like I’m actually missing something out being here and writing instead that looking around and being curious. I love this country I love the populate it, but how hard it is to even think to come back, when your life is slowly, slowly going towards somewhere?


Gotta check that window out now… :)
Nic X


















martedì, giugno 26, 2018

Keyboard never bores me

Every time is the same odd feeling. I remember when I was a teenager was super easy to keep up with a blog, however, nothing really exciting was happening in my life! Now, with all the beauty and stuff actually going on I'm so struggling to even post a few words twice a week.

I've decided to go through my blog once again. The last post I've read is from my trip to Bali. I was reading a few of them: ...getting lost in ricefield, Ubud's monkey forest... I'd love to be back there and live again those moments. Eating banana's pancakes and drinking piña coladas ...I'm trying to stay focus and live the present moment, although taking a walk down memory lane seems a very appealing thing. Before leaving Australia a person that I might consider a friend gave me an incredible book "The Power Of Now" by Eckhart Tolle. That book walked me till the end of my journey home. It blew my mind, teaching me how to see the world and live situations in ways that otherwise I could just have hypothesised.

Just the fact that you can actually live the moment and that there's nothing bad about trying to focus just on what will be in the now rather than in the future is a big step to me, whom I've always been trying to organise everything in my life...

It is something that I will definitely quote more in the next posts if I can carry on writing some more.

...What I was gonna say? It is truly hard to engage and commit to a blog. I've found some posts coming directly from that time where I crossed the East Australian coast - Sydney to Cairns - with three boys, the most incredible adventure ever! It was just so impossible to post some of my writings, the internet connection was rubbish and truly Blogger (by then), didn't have a proper app I could easily use without access to a computer to post a combo of photo and words. So literally, I've got hundreds of pretty moments that I managed to squeeze into words for the glory of my iPhone notes.

I've decided that my laptop shall be again my friend and that I shall solemnly try to keep it up with the post and try to write as much as possible, perhaps ending my post with a little quotation from one of these posts, written-but-left-behind.

...and again ? What's the aim of this post? I don't know yet, I thought I have been a long time without logging in and imagined was gonna be nice to see what I left and here I am.

...Since I'm I could narrate my life at the moment and tell you a bit more about what's going on: I decided to move back to London, coming to the realisation that I really miss Australia (or probably just the fact of being free and surronded by nature and big pets:) ) and what life was there (bear on mind that I could have actually stayed I just didn't think was the perfect time by then). I drastically changed my way to deal with things in Australia. I've learnt things about myself, re-taught to myself how to live life and enjoy the simple things, London doesn't seem so much fun anymore. It is a really good city, full of opportunities, but something has snapped in me. People most of the times ask me if I feel like London is my home, I'm not exaggerating or pretending to be the hippie-gipsy-kind-of-gal, ...BUUUT, I feel like nowhere is my house anymore. See, I come from Italy from a really nice traditional family, my beloved father has always been a visionary individual thinking always what's best for his family; thinking always that the future wasn't here, so when he started talking himself about moving the whole team to Portugal I've kind of started to mentally detach from this house and these walls. This is my physical house, but for how long it will be? And London has been my love but for how long will it last?


"Where to start from? We’ve been travelling for almost more than one month. And I’ve seen and visited incredible things which probably I won’t never forget. The first part of our trip started in Alice’s spring. We decided to...."

Getulio Alviani - Monorecchio, in aluminum, 1965


Truly yours, back again
N xx

giovedì, novembre 23, 2017

A slightly old post which I really wanted this blog to have

Eventually the time to leave Sydney has come. It wasn’t easy, people have been saying to me “Just stay! And start your life here.” So many things are keeping myself away from that thought! I’ve been living by myself for ages now, but I can’t still accept to be too far away from my roots. Is it so wrong? I’m trying to keep up with my life every single day, to be straight and in the position. Always ready, always prepared. To have all my things settled up in space, but a times isn’t a easy thing. Like trying to keep a blog and being faithful to it ( I’m pretty sure I still have to write the second part of the trip in New Zealand!), but being close home and have the possibility to hear my parents giving advices to me, makes an enormous difference and I’m not ready to give up to this and perhaps I’ll be never.

 Eventually, as I was stating before, my time has come to an end and the only thing I can think of are the beautiful people I’m leaving behind. I made so many friends and I think the most of I’ll be able to see them around the world, in some sort of corners. It is hard to explain, but it is like anywhere you go makes sure you leave a little piece of yourself, that you will be able to reconnect with just after some time. I think this experience changed me a little. This whole coming to Australia, being stress, the first encounter with Australian people. Everything gave me a new perspective and new baggage of experiences that I’ll probably won’t forget. My friend Katerina told me the other day, you will never forget about this year. I hope so. I don’t want to forget anything about the people I met, all of them has got a different detail, a different smile, a soul, a personality that I want for it to be impressed in my mind. I feel like a painter that has just been gifted with a new palette of beautiful colours.

 And today I’m on this van! With love and friendship together, driving towards the north, Sydney is already far away and it seems like I’ve left it ages ago! I’ve promised to myself that I’ll make the most out of this travelling experience that I’ve got ahead.

 With love and kindness, NB

martedì, settembre 05, 2017

Royal National park, a bit late... but here I am 😏

With August coming to an end, Australian winter is following, coming soon to an end; it wasn't actually as I imagine, I've thought Australia was never getting any cold, but I was wrong as most of the things. 😂 It doesn't get cold, but like for example the weather has been great and the only thing I had to complain for were the cold winds coming from the Ocean which were incredibly strong and intense. I'd say that Australia winter ❄️ reminds a little bit of English summer, just sunnier. 🤤

No longer ago I've turned 26 and for my bday, we organised a little trip to the Royal National Park, just a hour south from Sydney the park is gorgeous, full of nature, such a nice break from the city. And the weather played a wonderful role in it. (that's why a was so keen to talk about it at the beginning of the post).

It felt so good to drive through the roads of the Royal National Park which impeccably gorgeous and well kept. 

We stayed in this little village called Kirrawe, John, our host was so lovely and explained us a bit more about the sorroundings. It wasn't hard to almost completely forget that we were just few km away from Sydney and getting lost with body, mind and soul in all that beauty. 

John's place was a little apartment with a fantastic view over the National Park, it was like for 3 days the time stopped. We walked around, drank wine, ate beautiful home made dishes. It was paradise.

Every morning, we had a flock of cocotoas seeking for breadcrumbs, they are majestic and so beautiful. I guess for Australian people they are another kind of big colourful parrot living on their high trees, imagine for us coming from Europe where we have just standard European boring pigeons anywhere we go.

 I felt like a child, imagine, us two feeding those large parrots. It was pure happiness.
















I'm writing this post with the happiness and the awareness of a new coming trip starting... tomorrow ! Still have to start packing ! The deal is: 1290 KM in 6 days. Are we gonna make it ? 


(I've actually forgot as - sometimes happen - to post what I wrote about a week ago, I'm going to post now anticipating also next New Zealand post... aaah, and the km were a big calculation mistake. It was a waaaay more )

💕N


martedì, luglio 25, 2017

Case scenario and little update

Hi there! That's me again. 
I'm writing black on white ( or in this case viceversa ) a new challenge for the coming weeks!

I had really to write this! I've eventually committed to the gym, it is such a good news isn't it ? After years of non-habits and (very, very) random running around the canals in London.
I'm regularly going and enjoying myself, I've also started some interesting Yoga classes and everything feels so good. It is not just about getting rid of some extra pounds, it's more the commitment itself, the fact that in the end, you are giving your body a schedule and your body follows up with it without problems or feeling weak every morning you wake up. It's about the balance and if you find balance in the little things such going to the gym, I'm pretty sure soon you will find everywhere. 

Now, second important part of this post. I've recently come to the realisation that I'm not happy at all about my portfolio and that I truly want to do something to improve it and with it my skills. In my free time between working in a busy restaurant and having time to go to the gym and sleep as well, 
I've started to study, how a portfolio should be built and wha I've found is tons of idea that concern the study of a case scenario. In other words, anything you see around that you think isn't working re-do it yourself. First project will be actually about building a website for an imaginary client (which is not so imaginary, I just thought that deserved a better website and that I could be able to build it 🤓 ) and the fun part of it is that once the job will be done I will also try to submit. It is going to be funny and interesting, I'm looking forward this!

may be able to update you very soon with something new :)
For now, I'll leave with this short video realised with after effects and premiere pro.

venerdì, giugno 23, 2017

Eventually last day

We've been ignoring the coming "Last day", our adventure in Bali was coming to an end, and the idea of leaving was the saddest story ever.
During my researches I've found this place called the Hidden Secret Canyon just a few kilometres away from Denpasar. It was one of the best experience I've ever done. We drove for about 40 minutes to get there and once there we pay the ticket that was 15,000rp, at the entrance we've got asked to get a guide as well for 100,000rp because the way was quite tedious and dangerous, so we did.

I couldn't expect anything like this. We went down with our guide, called Wayan, we enjoyed his company a lot and after a while he told us he liked us, that we were "a really nice couple". He explained me how he learnt english just through guiding people down there. He had several time to stop and help us through the path, in some point the water arrives until your chest and if you don't know where to put your feet you could just get caught by the flow of the water. You have to climb rocks and cross river and sometimes is can be very slippery.
In a moment of distraction I've dropped my GoPro in the water, ...lost, was the first thing I've thought, but Wayan jumped in the water and I saw how concentrated he was to try to guess where it was gone. He looked like he was feeling the currents and he did find it just not too far from where we were. We couldn't thank him enough.

We engage such a lovely conversation with him during the journey and he was very available to take pictures of us.







The last part of the walk was much easier and around there were just smiling people and rice fields. 



Again Wayan explained me things about the Balinese culture. He told me how expensive for them was to travel anywhere and also added that he had never been in none of the place I've mentioned to him whilst we were walking. I felt sorry. People are living in such a poverty that they cannot even enjoy their beautiful country. We thank Wayan for guiding us with a really good tip, with the promise of spread the voice around about the Canyon and have all of them working more than what they are now.

We spent the afternoon before heading to the airport at the beach and when was time to leave back at the Villa Bambu 2 we thanked Larry and Ardi for the hospitality wishing them the best for their life.

We headed to the airport in a sacred silence. Bali has been a beautiful experience for both of us and we will have it in our hearts forever. The best way to celebrate three years of shared life.
I said to myself I will definitely come back, I don't know when, I don't know how. But this was a life changing thing that I will try to carry with me the longest possible. The dedication of the people, their happiness, their kindness, their beautiful loving kids, so different from the naughty one we have in our society, their simplicity, their food.

This was a taste of Asia, a beautiful and delicious one. Can't wait to live more experiences.

Back to Sydney, back to the lifestyle, back to upset customers, upset people, demanding people. But with a new mindset. A fresh one.

Talk to ya soon xx

Day 10 - Lucky day

Raining.
The whole night and morning.
All my plans were pretty much ruined.
The idea was in the morning to go to Kuta beach in the afternoon at the fabric market in Jl. Sulawesi, the Kuta Art Market and to end our day at Tanah Lot temple to see the sunset !
We decided to invert all the programmes and go first to the fabrics market in Jl. Sulawesi, it was still raining when we've got there. I had a clear idea of what I was after. At the B&B in Padang bay there was at the bottom of the bed this beautiful, very colourful and full of pattern and quite heavy as well. So I asked the B&B where they got them from and they told me in Denpasar; so you can imagine myself, going shop by shop with a picture on my phone.
Eventually someone recognised the pattern and took me to the other side of the road, to another market, she told me she was taking me to "her sister" and that she would give me a "really good price".
Okay, trusted!
I followed her up to some stairs and she introduced me to her sister. She had the covers and they were beautiful with thousands different patterns! I was going mental! I asked her about the price. 1,000,000rp. What ? I thought she mistaken of something, she asked me 100$! I tried to bargain the price, but she was stubborn, so I said to her I'd have to think about and she tried to offer me a slightly cheaper price which was still a lot to me. I went to the next shop and with my surprise that lady more delicate and kind than the previous one she had it for a fifth of the price the other lady had it. No need to bargain, I was super happy! I thanked her in so many ways and got from her also two beautiful Sarongs everything for less than half of the price the other lady had offered me.









I kept looking around for a while, whilst Francesco was waiting impatiently for me at the entrance. I was in amusement; so much work in there, so much valuable materials and fabrics, so many interlaced stories. I didn't need anything else, but I just wanted to keep looking around and discover more fabrics and more patterns. 

After a while under the begging eye of Francesco, I decided that was time to leave, thanked the girl and walked away with my fabrics. Since the sky was still pretty cloudy we decided to go to Canguu Beach and Tanah Lot temple. Canguu Beach is the typical surfing beach you can find in the area, whilst Tanah Lot temple is a beautiful complex of temples by the beach. The area is really vaste and there are two different temples. 



The first is prohibited to access is on a cliff and I guess it can be very dangerous for too many people to be on it. 


Whilst the second is easier to access, you just have to cross the sea in a little part. At the temple you have the chance to get a blessing, which I did, you make a offer, wash you face in the holy spring water and the holy man leaves some rice grains on your forehead and a flower behind your hear. It seemed a good way of wishing myself to soon come back to Bali again.

In the afternoon finally the sun was back and we went to Kuta beach, over there we just enjoyed the sunset time, at one point a woman selling bracelets came to me and asked me if I wanted anything. I  declined, saying I didn't need. A bit sad, she pointed out at my fingers, trying to make some sort of conversation and resting her legs as well and she told me how much she liked my rings. I took one of and put it at her finger and said that it was hers. She couldn't believe it. She told me that in 14 years doing this job none ever gave her a gift and that this was her lucky day. I was surprised it was such an easy thing for me to do it and I've seen how happy she was, she made my lucky day! 

( Oh Bali. I will miss you. )

I had my daily treats, found my cover, had my blessings, made someone smile. This was certainly my good day. We decided to ended up our day with a massage, It wasn't actually really in mind, but I've decided to go along with it. Never done one before, I was a bit ...scared? ...Unprepared about someone I don't know touching my skin? ...I don't know! I've just never thought about really getting a massage...

...The most relaxing experience of my life an hour of just nothing, classic music and relax. Was really nice! A good ending for our day. 

X