Here’s to the dreamers

What a better way is there to spend a Saturday afternoon that in the cinema?

I went to see the matinee show of La La Land today – and I’m over the moon! I am completely in love with the movie! The obvious reasons are: it’s a musical, the camerawork is great, it has an amazing and super vibrant colour palette and it stars Ryan Gosling 😉
No, seriously:

Yes, they sing. But I felt like it was never out of context. Singing as a natural way of expressing oneself is established normal right at the beginning of the film. It’s a world where they sing. I think one has to make the effort and see it as kind of a “parallel world” where singing and dancing is normal, and everything makes total sense. –  Does that make sense?

The story itself is rather simple: it’s two artists struggling with life and everything that comes with it. I am far from calling myself an artist, but I think in all the years dealing with directors, actors and producing short films, I got a bit of an insight. Basically, it feels real to me. Of course the drama level is a bit up, otherwise there wouldn’t be a Hollywood movie, but the characters are well developed and the script has some nice “that could happen to us”-moments. And I’m not talking about the scene where they dance a waltz in the clouds…

I liked how despite it begin a colourful musical, it ends on a bittersweet note and makes you think about life and the choices you make. Even though many of my friends hated the ending, I think it’s one of the best bits of the film. And isn’t there anything worse that coming out of a film and going: “meh, it was ok.”? Well, the finale definitely prevents that. And I like myself a proper after-movie discussion!

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Lo Lo Love,
Angie

Still discovering

It was really lovely weather today and I had a really productive day. After days of studying at home, I finally had to get up with a purpose this morning as I met with my colleagues at the university library to do some course work (we have to analyse the websites of the major banks in Italy and it’s terrifying how badly constructed they are!)

We finished around lunch time and I decided to have a piece of pizza on the go (melanzane e formaggio – sooo good!) as I went for a walk in the sunshine. I first started my usual route: past the Borgo Sant’Angelo and towards Piazza Navona, but then I decided to get lost and chose a street I never walked before, only to discover a whimsical narrow street with cute shops and little workshops.

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I had a lovely stroll to Largo Argentina and then onwards to Piramide, where I joined Goirgio and we went to another library together. We got a little studying done, but eventually time for merenda came and as you know, I really do take that seriously! 😉 So I dragged Giorgio out of the library and we agreed to take a “quick coffee” at the first place we’d find – only to stumble over a fancy looking Pasticceria with the most delicious looking sweets in the vitrine. And guess what? They even had Sacher cake! So “quick” got cancelled and we sat down on one of the small marble tables and had a lovely fancy afternoon coffee and cake.

And that’s it. Full of cake and happiness I went home (being super responsible and all, Giorgio went back to study) What a perfect way to end a super sunny, happy and productive day!

XX, Angie

Sunshine in a cookie

As you know, I make a point of buying vegetables and fruit at the market not far from where I live. On the one hand it’s a really good excuse to go out and get a break from studying, but on the other hand I really have to speak to people. I remember from my Erasmus days when we were taught how to ask for “2 etti di prosciutto” or “mezzo chilo di patate” in the Italian language course – but we never got to actually use it, as in most supermarkets you just grab your stuff and pay. At most they ask you if you want a carrier bag.

Anyway, I like going to the market. Especially on sunny days like today. I bought the most gorgeous Sicilian blood oranges and when I came home I exactly knew what I’d do with them: Orange-Chocolate-Sunshine-Cookies!

I baked the whole afternoon and the flat smelt amazing! And when I eventually got back to my desk (after all there’s some nasty exams waiting for me) I had some very sweet company!

Sweet sunshine kisses,

Angie

Ignore what I said…

Ok, so I know last week I was complaining (amongst other things) about the grey weather here in Rome – well, it looks like I jinxed it. Today was the most beautiful, sunny, on-the-edge-of-spring day.

I had some errands to run this morning and on my way back home I came a cross a little flower truck at the corner of the street and I just couldn’t help it and picked up a bunch of baby pink tulips. It’s spring now. I officially declared it!

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And with the nice weather, also my good mood came back. I’m ok again with being in Rome, I enjoy the little chats with shop keepers in Italian and I like walking trough the messy markets and streets. The sunshine definitely helps 😉

XX, Angie

 

Back in London

It’s been almost exactly half a year since I left London. Actually it’s a bit of blur; I mean: I can pin down the exact day we left, but we’ve been to CinemadaMare in between and I didn’t move to Rome straight away. But anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve been to Good Old England.

I missed London a lot! I left a bunch of really good friends and lots of very dear memories at London and I think about them a lot. But it wasn’t until we arrived at Stansted and I got excited just by seeing a Costa and a WHSmith that I realized just how much I really missed it. It’s my comfort zone, I know the places, the shops, the language (my Italian is still weaker than my English…)

After being with my family the last week, Gonzo and me had some quiet “us time”, some lovely mornings waking up to the rain on the window and just not caring about it. But I also felt like re-discovering the city. I got really excited walking down Oxford Street and seeing all the shops I know and noticing little changes. I felt half tourist, half old friend. It was a good, but somehow strange feeling.

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One of the best things was to see my friends in London! We had breakfast, teas and dinners, I invented a peanut butter and jelly cheesecake and it was just like always ❤

I still miss you guys ❤

XX, Angie

Christmas at home, like always <3

When I went to live in England with my sister, our mum made it quite clear: “You can go and live wherever you please, but at Christmas you have to be at home.” – and so it has been ever since. Some years just a couple of days, a hurry almost, some other years I spent weeks of festivities and re-charging batteries at home.
And so, just two days after coming back from Sicily, I packed my bags again (full of Panettone, Torrone, Italian sweets and coffee) as it was time to fly home for Christmas. ❤

I love this time of the year! Even tough it wasn’t cold enough in Rome and not anywhere near snowy, one could feel the hustle of the last days before Christmas and even at the airport the mood seemed different to me – or maybe I am just projecting my own expectations onto everyone else.

 

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Christmas at home is almost a sacred ritual for me. I know exactly who we have lunch and dinner with what days and when and where we celebrate. It hasn’t changed in years and I find it very reassuring and calming. It’s almost as if those couple of days follow a meticulous plan (full of traditions and food) which has never really been established, it just happened and now it’s there and everyone follows it. 🙂

The days in between Christmas and New Year’s were full of friends, snow, baking and happy doing nothing. I like it when being home is “nothing special”, as in: the way it always used to be, nothing extraordinary or exceptional.

On the 31st of December Gonzo came to visit and in the early morning I went to pick him up at the Salzburg airport. We spent a lovely “boring” New Year’s Eve with my family, my grandmas competed in cooking traditional dishes for us, we went sledge riding, had walks and photo shoots in the snow and Gonzo insisted on learning how to ski – and he did really well, considering he’s a Spaniard who’s not used to snow! 😉 In short, we had a couple of super cozy wintery holiday-days.

And after those wintery days in Austria we went to London – but that’s another story and shall be told in another blogpost.

XX, Angie