Cause every little thing will be alright :)

It is really hard to write something when you don't know what to write about. So many thoughts running through my head. So many decisions to make. Too many roads, not sure which one to take. That sounded so poetically. It wasn't my intention.

This crossroads looks like a candy shop. Colorful. Standing in the middle. Pretty confused. Distracted. Maybe it's only me, I don't know. Why I am writing this? Well, the half of our Cyprus adventure is gone. That means that is time to start thinking for the future. Where to go, what to do? Back home? To some other country/continent/planet? Difficult one.

These past 5 months are written in our minds, hearts and souls. New people, now good friends. New experiences, now personality traits. New difficulties, now the strength of character. Each and every of those moments are big pieces of the puzzle called life.

8th of July...

Looking at this photo right now. Our first photo together :). Time goes by very fast... You realize that when you're going through your old photos, just like me now. Did I say old photos? Oh my, you see my point? Everything comes and goes. 

I don't know why I am writing all of this. It's not like we are leaving tomorrow, we still have 4 months in Cyprus... But somehow April is getting closer. Together with light panic. There are lots of opportunities out there. We are just not quite sure which one suits us best. How are we supposed to know? All of us got to this planet without instructions, it's kind of you'll reap what you sow. Fair play. 

Maybe it's because I was home for 10 days recently and it felt like I never left my hometown. That I will be back soon, too. Crazy mixture of emotions. A lot of stuff going on in my mind and heart. When you miss everything and everyone but you are still not ready to go back. Time for new project? New country? Could be... Time will tell...

Our stories are being written for us. We are on the right place in the right time with the right people. Everything will be alright :).

Modern addiction

There was a high possibility that I will write this in a good old way on a piece of paper and then just rewrite it. My laptop has some serious health issue. I do not want to talk about its conditions, because it's kind of medical secrecy, but believe me, it's bad. So naturally, I could not use it, among other things, to write this blog. Luckily my lovely roommates are always willing to help me out.

I had troubles with my laptop couple times before but it always ended up good. This time it takes more time to fix it. And it made me realise how much I depend on it. I also have a phone which I use for most of my internet stuff, but sometimes I prefer to do it on my laptop because it's more comfortable. Now I cannot. Sometimes I want to watch a movie on a bigger screen. Now I cannot. Sometimes I want to use the soft light of the screen for a romantic setting in my room. Now I cannot.

Lots of things have been written about this modern addiction and I have nothing new to add. I just found it interesting when I realized how obsessed I have become with all this electronis devices. So in the end it's a good thing that my laptop is on a sick leave, because I have time to learn how to live without it. Altough I am not quite sure it is possible in this era.

WHERE IS HOME?

I've been asking myself this question because last week I went back "home", to my biological home, the one that gave me birth, where my family is, where my mother tongue is, where I put my feet on the ground for the first time.



My parents' house, no language barriers, the familiar smell, the perfume my mum puts in the wardrobe for my clothes, the sound of my father's snoring when he sleeps on the couch, sharing secrets with my sisters, the belly of my six months pregnant cousin, my sick friend in her pyjama, my mum's pumpkin soup, the fresh vegetable from the grove, and then the mountains and the colours of the autumn, the cold air on your face, my old but loyal car, and much, much more!
Of course that's home!

But then I went to Verona for three days, for a dancetherapy meeting, and the moment I first stepped into the door, I felt home again: the familiar music, the colours of the people's clothes, the smell of the incense, my teacher and friend, the hugs, smiles, eyes, hands, tears, sweating, laughing, the weight of another person's body, the contact with another person's skin, the contact with the floor (sometimes a bit painful), the sense of fulfillness and freedom, and then dancing, dancing and even more dancing! Isn't this a wonderful home, too?


After that I went to Milan to take my flight. I woke up at 5.00 a.m. to get there on time. I survived the sleepless night, the morning cold air slapping my face, the traffic and the check-in queue with my 20 Kg suitcase (not one gram more not one less!), just to find out that my flight had a delay of more than 4 hours. Life has a wonderful way to remind you how flexible you should be, doesn't it?

Not too bad: after a 2 minutes disappointment, I chose to take it with philosophy and just enjoy my time at the airport. The most surprising thing is that, even there, I found a piece of my home: I found it in the kindness of a shop assistant, in a French family passing by, the jokes of some teenagers, a small child learning how to make her first steps, an old man falling asleep on a chair, some cypriot friends laughing together (probably flying back home?), pleople coming and going, stopping or just passing by, faces, histories, so much humanity! So much home!

Finally, the plane, the take-off, the gentle voice of a steward, the landing and...home again!

This time  it's another home, the one I've been living in, in the past 4 months. Again, the moment I step inside the door, everything is familiar: Doris, Lenka, Pablo, the miaowing of cats, Iron Man, my room, something or someone new in the house, old things, new things, presents, food, sharing, laughing, and the sense of deep relaxation and happiness you have when you can just be yourself!

I remember a poem my mum wrote to me, wich says:

"Ogni terra è la mia terra, 

ogni paese è il mio paese, 

ogni lingua è la mia lingua, 

in ogni punto dell'universo sono a Casa."

"Every earth is my earth,

every country is my country,

every language is my language,

in every corner of the universe I feel Home"  

Dedicated to all the pleope who make me feel home!

GRAZIE! THANK YOU! ΕΥΧΑΡΙΣΤΩ! HVALA! DĚKUJI! GRAZAS! MERCI!

  

Who/What am I?

Let me tell you a story...

I am very old. Nobody knows exactly my age. But old. Very old. In my time there weren't hospitals nor birth certificates. Nowadays you have everything, so many information. You know it all. I prefer to stay mysterious. Classy. A symbol of neverending changes. Passing seasons. They think they know who I am. They tried to find my roots. You have it in your history books. With lots of names, years, wars and other "important" stuff. They don't have a clue.

I was important. I still am. They fought over me. They fight over me. Long lines of kings and queens used me. I was a symbol of power to them. Royalty. I was an honour guest at all of their parties. I saw it all. All the important events, I was there. My role was to make the atmosphere easygoing and pleasant, cosy. My role hasn't changed. I am here and there. I am everywhere. Even here, in Cyprus. Even today they are still fighting over me. Incredible. Centuries passed. Same problems stayed. Now is all about the label, even in my case. So shallow.

Not only the rich people loved me. The poor ones did, as well. I helped them make their life softer. Friendly. Life was never easy on this kind of people. I enrich their everyday life. I put some fun in their gray days. I helped them bring food on the table. They are very nice to me. Gentle. I know they love me. They appreciate me. They cannot imagine their life without me. I was at their parties, also. I participated in all of their wonderful events. Those people know how to have good time, trust me! They have big and warm hearts. There is the magic. Everything is inside of you people. Why can I see this? You can see it as well, especially with my help. When I am with you, you open your hearts, you talk with each other, deeply and sincerely. You say things you usually wouldn't. And that makes all the difference.

I came here a long time ago. I stayed. I don't know why. Maybe because I like to make people happy. I like to connect them. I like to give a flavour to everything. I come in two colours. Two colours, countless nuances. I can be sweet. Bitter. Strong. Weak. Cold. Warm. Dark. Light. Thick. Thin. It depends on how you treat me. I depend on your love for me. If you love me and treat me well, I will be perfect!

I am happy. Energetic. I love to shine. Especially with my friend Sun. Rain is also my friend. I need both of them. It is teamwork. Our shows are magnificient!

Do you know who am I?

Cheers people! ;)

P.S Inspired by our Sunday's wine tour. Dedicated to all of the beautiful grapes and wines around the world that make us happy and cheerful ;)