30 Days To Go

30 more days to go before classes at Uni finish.conto alla rovescia

30 more days to go before I leave France (for a while).

30 more days to go before a new adventure starts.

30 more days to go before the end of the chapter of my life.

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Food is The Window of My Feelings

I want to trumpet that I LOVE EATING! I think – and I will always do- that eating is one of the most immeasurable pleasure we haveCibo in this life. I just cannot think my life without food (apart for the fact that we could barely live without). They say that the eyes are the window of the soul. Well in this case, I would rather say that food is the window of my feelings.

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Life of a Wallflower Part 5 – #100HappyDays Challenge

That is really a good way of showing our happiness! Maybe I will try it sooner or later!!

Cooking with a Wallflower

It has been awhile since I gave you a little peek into my life so here it is. =)

My sister, cousin, and I decided that we would participate in the 100 days of happiness challenge. As of yesterday. You can find more about it at http://100happydays.com/. Basically, they’re challenging us to find one happy moment in life every single day for 100 days. You document those moments with a photo and #100happydays. In the end, you’ll have at least a hundred photos of the little things that make you happy. Are you up for the challenge?


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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,Immagine
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


(William Wordsworth)

“The Day Nazis Stopped me at a Checkpoint”

“It was 1944 and I was a 9-year-old girl at that time. My father was in the forest tearing down the trees and preparing some wood for the winter, that seemed to be long and very cold. I went to grace the sheeps we had near our house and in the afternoon my mum asked me to go and bring some lunch to daddy and to my old brother. Once taken the horse out of the stable and linked the cart, I put the lunch next to me and I started riding, direction the village and its forests. It was late afternoon and my dad and elder brother should have come home with me, once it would have started getting dark. On my way to the woods, one of the neighbourghs warned me that some nazis troops were in the village, looking for men and wanted to arrest them. Panic! Panic everywhere! Above, under, near, in front of, behind and inside me! piazza roma

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