If you have followed my previous post you probably know about the photography workshop and our trip to Italy.
Now that we are back home, post-holiday blues have taken me over but I do my best as I let my mind drift away with beautiful thoughts about the amazing time we had there and the story I am about to tell you. It is a story about travel, friendship, passions and good food.
Somewhere between my excitement about the flight (flying still makes me a bit nervous) and the workshop itself, I found myself chatting with the lady sitting next to me. A talk that really inspired me and boosted even more my holiday anticipation. The lady, originally from Scotland but living in England, was travelling by herself and meeting her friends in Bologna. Their more than 20 years long tradition have taken them around the world, spending precious time together. I know it all sounds like a pretty normal story, except that the lady was 76 years old. I don’t know, maybe I was a bit too emotional or it was the sparkle in her eyes but her story really touched me and I felt like she was destined to be there. I wanted to call my friends straight away and let them know about the motivating example the lady gave me. No distance issues, no age limits, no job or any other factors have the power to stop a true friendship exist.
Ever since we set our feet on Italian ground, the weather has been treating us really well. It was the proper summer vacation we had expected. Actually, the heat in the city was a bit overwhelming but we hurried to escape the busy life running in Bologna, jumping on a train and departing south through the Italian countryside. There’s something so dream-like about trains. And this one in particular took us back in time somehow. It was one of those old-school carriages that have separate passengers compartments. It really reminded me of our trips back home in Bulgaria. At first, it was only the two of us, but quickly we were surrounded by an elderly couple who spoke zero English and we spoke zero Italian but yet, somehow, we managed to understand each other, exchange glances and smiles and even food!! Oh, those Italian customs! Everyone we met throughout our trip seemed so sincere and so helpful, no matter the language barriers. And I will never stop admiring the passion they all implement while speaking. At one point, I felt like my dear friend Iva, who, while walking around the streets here in England, on one of her visits, was trying to pronounce every single sign or name of a street she saw with British accent, so funny, and I was pretty much the same in Italy – and it was so not working!! 😀
And there, in the Italian countryside, just a few minutes away from Gradara castle, centuries old, tucked between wild fields and high trees was Valentina’s home where she welcomed us kindly for two wonderful days of her photography workshop.
I met people who share the same passion as me, but they were all very different and unique in their own way. True talents. We spent time styling shots, shooting, sharing experience and laughter. Time just flew by.
Valentina’s mother was so kind to cook an entire dinner for all of us and what a dinner it was! The best homemade pasta I have ever had. Not to mention the coconut pannacotta! I don’t think I have enough words to describe the Italian food and, honestly, I don’t even want to try. It is something you experience with all your senses and no words or pictures will get you even half the way.
We were sitting there, under the stars, among the olive trees in Valentina’s garden and sipping and chatting quietly about everything and anything. It was a magical experience and truly beautiful moment.
After all, whatever differences we all might have, we can all appreciate good food!
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