HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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martedì 31 dicembre 2013
lunedì 30 dicembre 2013
Story of - ghosts of christmas past
Been talking with a lot of people about this thing called christmas spirit, and as an adult am finding that there are very little people that have it.
Most of us is completely drained from a difficult year that has just passed: what with jobs being lost, difficult times at work, not much money to grant our or other's wishes, relationships that ended, people we lost...and this economy that is taking too long to get back on its feet.
Christmas is a difficult time for people who have, for a period of time, lived it as a horrible part of the year. When others near us got everything and we didn't. I myself, always found it a magical time, even if as a child I didn't have much, I've always taken into my inner circle only the important people in my life and made the most of it, and this is still today...I try, as hard as I can to give a smile to people around me. I seldom give or expect gifts, but when I do, it's usually made by me. It's more personal and fulfilling, at least for me it is.
This time of year is also the end of a period of time and the beginning of another. It's a time when we draw conclusions, we make wishes and try to believe that it will be different from January 1st, that we will cross a magical door that will take us to a land of new opportunities, and that if we are lucky we don't need to change a thing in our behavior or our lives; because we've made promises and resolutions that will be buried in the year that has just passed, and the new year, with its new beginning's powers, will make everything all right again.
martedì 24 dicembre 2013
Story of - lake and sky
I
just realized that after all this time I have never written about
Arco.
Arco
is a town near Lake Garda, in the Trentino region of
Italy. It is situated in the north. Arco is
near the southernmost border, 10 mins from the tip of the Lake. It
has a beautiful castle that is in ruins, and my boyfriend's parents
have this apartment that overlooks it.
Whenever we can we come up here, it is the kind of place that recharges your energies...and we love it for that.
Every time we are thinking to come up here ( I am writing laying in bed in Arco) our car gives us some trouble, at first it was the clutch, then it was the gear stick...this time it was the muffler. I don't know what kind of evil spirit has possessed our car, but it gives me the shivers.
The trip up here is almost aways the same, we take the highway then a pitstop to get some junk food at the service station, we get off at the “Brescia Est “ exit and take the long panoramic route that runs along the lake.
This trip is almost aways the same, and this is the beauty of it. I know exactly where we can see the lake for the first time: just a little triangle between houses and trees, quite far away, that under the summer sun gets wavy golden streaks, and in the winter a pale dark greenish blue.
This road is a windy road, that follows the hills and turns of the lake and its lakeside towns. It follows the careless urban development of the old. Sometimes it widens and sometimes it gets as narrow as it can get.
This road gives and it takes; it gives us a glimpse of the past, when roads were built to go from house to house and not from town to town. It gives us the most wonderful sights of the lake and of its majestic peaks. In the summer it serves as the guide that takes us to see the lake become a mirror for the sun and sky. In the winter for the sight of mighty mountains covered in white snow. The only thing it takes in return is a little patience with the tourists and a bit of our time.
It also takes us to Arco, and the most wonderful sight of all is when it turns north, and we can see the peaks one behind the other, and in the middle a smaller one, with the Arco castle on top of it.
Whenever we can we come up here, it is the kind of place that recharges your energies...and we love it for that.
Every time we are thinking to come up here ( I am writing laying in bed in Arco) our car gives us some trouble, at first it was the clutch, then it was the gear stick...this time it was the muffler. I don't know what kind of evil spirit has possessed our car, but it gives me the shivers.
The trip up here is almost aways the same, we take the highway then a pitstop to get some junk food at the service station, we get off at the “Brescia Est “ exit and take the long panoramic route that runs along the lake.
This trip is almost aways the same, and this is the beauty of it. I know exactly where we can see the lake for the first time: just a little triangle between houses and trees, quite far away, that under the summer sun gets wavy golden streaks, and in the winter a pale dark greenish blue.
This road is a windy road, that follows the hills and turns of the lake and its lakeside towns. It follows the careless urban development of the old. Sometimes it widens and sometimes it gets as narrow as it can get.
This road gives and it takes; it gives us a glimpse of the past, when roads were built to go from house to house and not from town to town. It gives us the most wonderful sights of the lake and of its majestic peaks. In the summer it serves as the guide that takes us to see the lake become a mirror for the sun and sky. In the winter for the sight of mighty mountains covered in white snow. The only thing it takes in return is a little patience with the tourists and a bit of our time.
It also takes us to Arco, and the most wonderful sight of all is when it turns north, and we can see the peaks one behind the other, and in the middle a smaller one, with the Arco castle on top of it.
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