I'm a princess and this is my castle.

 

 

.Earlier today I drove Quentin to the airport; he flew back in Belgium, and I will join him in 10 days. I was looking at some of the pictures we shot while he was here, on one of the many bike-adventures we had. The pictures above are those of a castle some half an hour away from my home (by bike, that is)(some 10km?); it is a small castle dating back to the 10th century, which was built on the shores of a river that has now changed its path. It also hosts an archaeological museum with items from a time in which the Romans were not even around yet :) but my favourite things to look at when I come here are two 7th century pirogues that were found purely by chance underwater by two divers. When I was a child, like 6 years old, I once tried to crawl into one of those things (I don't know how I managed that, as the boats are both 9m long and 1m deep, carved into enormous tree trunks), but both my parents and the attendant scolded me so much that I did not want to set foot in the castle until I was in high school.
.It is still very warm in Italy, unusually warm even for us, hence the summer dress. I am obviously not complaining, since I did not really have a summer. Every Italian around me is not as happy as I am though! I really needed the heath and the sun; it feels amazing when the sun is warming my back, and there's a soft breeze and everything's just perfect! It almost makes me forget that real life (eg. finding a job and a flat) is rapidly catching up with me. Way too rapidly.
.This was one of my last real summerish outfits; I wore my beloved jersey and denim dress, paired with those Primark mocassins I've been practically living in (and trust me, it shows, poor fellows) and that Primark bag I am abusing of on a daily basis.
.Don't you like these pictures? They are like, the apotheosis of 'picturesque', are they not? With the Euganean hills and this lovely, soft shade of light...
.Well, I'm off to watch The Edge of Love, eat white grapes and drink my chamomile tea with tons of honey in it! Good night to you all!



The castle in the pictures is Castel San Martino della Vaneza, click here for more info.

I was wearing:

Scout denim and jersey dress

Primark loafers

Primark bag

Vintage sunglasses

Homage to Prato della Valle

. Lo so, quando vado a Padova posto solo (o quasi) foto di me in Prato della Valle, di me e Quentin in Prato della Valle, di me e la Fé in Prato della Valle... in realtà ho foto con quasi chiunque in Prato della Valle. Ma attenti a come parlate che il Prato non me lo si deve toccare.
.Da piccola mi ci sbucciavo le ginocchia facendo finta di destreggiarmi sui pattini (sono una troglodita anche a piedi, i mezzi di locomozione alternativi non mi si addicono). Gelati e madre che urla isterica perchè ho un apposita fessura sulla faccia per inserire il gelato, mentre il completino nuovo di Benetton non era apparentemente una valida alternativa (mamma bugiarda, ancora adesso le mie maglie di Benetton si sposano allegramente con gelato, gaufres, frittelle, granite, frappé e credo anche una volta con una fragola al cioccolato, ma non è successo in Prato e quindi è un'altra storia).
.Da adolescente era la tappa classica con il morosetto di turno (adesso i teenagers sbaciucchianti mi repellono).
. Da post-adolescente nella fase ribelle dei miei 20 anni emo (ho avuto dei 20 anni emo) ci ho imparato ad andare in skate insieme a Michelle e all'inseparabile Fé. Una delle nostre battute migliori, credo in un pomeriggio di maggio, è indubbiamente "Seppellitemi in Prato" (e lei non è nemmeno di Padova! Quanto amore!).
.Ora (da vecchia?!) è la tappa delle mie rimpatriate patavine. Prato della Valle ha visto il meglio e il peggio del peggio di me (no, aspetta, quello è il Bo'). Quindi c'è una relazione di mutuale rispetto e tolleranza tra me e l'erba del prato, che, attenzione, non mi ha mai macchiato i jeans nemmeno dopo che aveva piovuto (vedete che sono una troglodita?). Quanto amore.
.Sono tornata in belgica terra e mi sto godendo (lavorando) gli ultimi giorni brussellesi prima del trasferimento a Parigi. Per altro se il simpaticissimo locatario ci inviasse il contratto visto che arriviamo sabato sarei anche più felice.
.Ho finito Persuasion. Oh, Jane, perchè sei morta? Penso che l'unica via che mi rimane per continuare a JaneAustenare sia leggere Pride and Prejudice and Zombies o Mr Darcy, Vampire. Mon Dieu de la France.

.EN . I know, when I go to Padua I post only (or almost) pictures of me in Prato della Valle, me and Quentin in Prato della Valle, me and Fe in Prato della Valle ... I actually have pictures with almost anyone in Prato della Valle. But be careful what you say about my Prato, it is an oversensitive subject for me.

.When I was little I used to scrape my knees, pretending to master the fine art of rollerskating (I'm a troglodyte on foot, alternative means of locomotion I do not comprehend). Ice cream, and my mother screaming hysterically because I do have a special slot on my face in which to put the ice cream, while the new Benetton outfit she just bought me was apparently not a suitable alternative (treacherous mom, even now my Benetton t-shirts happily marry with ice cream, waffles, frittelle, slush, milk shakes and I also believe once a strawberry with chocolate, but it did not happen in Prato, which then makes it another story.)
.As a teenager, it was where you would go with your middle/high school sweetheart (now teenagers eating each other's faces repel me).
.In the post-adolescent rebellious emo phase of me aged 20 (yes, when I was 20 I was kind of emo, so what) I've learned to ride a skateboard there, with Michelle and Fe. One of our best lines, I think it was one afternoon in May, is undoubtedly "Bury me in Prato" (and she is not even from Padua, how much love!).
.Now (in my elderly years?) it is where I first go when I come to visit mom and dad in Padua. Prato della Valle has seen the best and the worst of the worst of me (no, wait, that was in front of the Bo '). So there is a relationship of mutual respect and tolerance between me and that grass, which, mind you, has never stained my jeans even after it had rained (you see I'm a troglodyte?). Love love.
.I returned in Belgian ground and I'm enjoying (working) the last day of Brussels, before moving to Paris. It would be way nicer if the tenant should send us the contract because I happen to start working on Tuesday. Uh la la.
.I finished Persuasion. Oh, Jane, why did you die? I think the only way left for me to continue janeaustening is Pride and Prejudice or Mr. Darcy or Zombies, Vampire. Mon Dieu de la France.