Arabian Nights

or: “the Kuwait Kilo” (we ate so much!)

Did this actually happen? Did I really travel 14 hours to Kuwait, spent 8 absolutely fantastic days in that incredible city, then travelled 17 hours back and am here in my little colourful room in Rome now? It seems like a dream. Everything is back to normal, my routine has me back.

But I did travel to Kuwait to see Gonzo and it was indeed amazing. ❤

Gonzo showed me around the city: the old market, the new malls, the futuristic skyscrapers; we ate in traditional restaurants and american food chains like Applebee’s, The Cheesecake Factory and Wendy’s; we had tea, hobnobs and baklava for breakfast and tried Arabian coffee and tea. We went for walks on the beach where I put my feet in the Persian Gulf and did big shoppings at the supermarket and wished that it was summer and Cinemadamare. I watched Gonzo shoot and I realized how much I missed it. We lingered on the hot mornings and went out in the night when the air was tolerable and a bit cooler. I enjoyed the view from his bedroom window on the 26th floor.

It was a an incredible experience! I have never travelled outside the western culture before, so for me it was a whole new adventure. It was strange to walk the boardwalk in Kuwait at night; when we sat down to watch the waves rolling in, it might have been Nova Siri and when we walked through the park in front of the mall, it could have been San Benedetto – except that it wasn’t. I hope this makes any sense!
I learned that money can buy just about anything and that shopping is an acceptable past-time in Kuwait, that apparently no tourists visit the city (measured according to the difficulties we had in order to find postcards) and that I needn’t worry so much about what I wore, people are very respectful.

All in all it reminded me a lot about southern Italy: hot, sandy, messy and noisy – but the people are incredibly nice! 😉

Last year we were in Edinburgh over Easter. Never in a million years would I have thought to go to Kuwait just a year later. It’s funny how sometimes life holds such unexpected surprises!

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

In Erice…

I guess by now you know that each summer for the past four yeas, Gonzo and me spent traveling trough Italy with this amazing film festival for young filmmakers called CinemadaMare. Now, CdM holds an event every winter called “Waiting for CdM” where they invite filmmakers who have previously participated and evaluated the past summer, hold workshops, plan new projects and enjoy being together. Usually only Italians are invited, as otherwise it would simply be too difficult to organise: but hey, I live in Italy now too!

So when I got the official invitation-text message, I cheekily replied with “I’m in, and Gonzo too!” – So they had no choice! 😉

This year the “Waiting” was held in Erice in Sicily, where last summer Gonzo and me shot one of our loveliest movies and where I have a lot of very nice memories.

Last Wednesday Gonzo flew in from London and on Friday, at four in the morning (!) we met up with the other choosen guys at Termini station, had cornetto stuffed with nutella to kickstart our energies and then we all took the plane to Trapani together. Everything was organized for us and it basically felt like one big school trip!

Erice is a beautiful little world heritage village at the top of a (or perhaps the only?) mountain in the very south of Sicily, overlooking the sea. Did I say that it’s beautiful? Because it definitely is!
It was absolutely lovely weather all weekend long, but also absolutely freezing! I have no idea how the Italians do it, but I think I was constantly cold, even in the youth hostel. I guess the heating in our room was just there for decoration…

Anyway, we had a good time! We ate so much! I think we ate more than we worked! Every day we had freshly baked cornetti for breakfast (with Viennese coffee!) and a three course lunch, one night the local gastronomy school cooked a seven course gala dinner for us and the local pizzeria offered us a special deal – you get me, right?

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It was nice to have a little pre-Christmas get-away with Gonzo and all our friends who are usually filed as “summer” in our brains.

It was funny thought to see the cobblestone streets, overlooking the sea, decorated in christmas lights and a massive futuristic Christmas tree on the main piazza – in a place that means “summer, gelato, cannoli and holiday” to me. Now I’m ready for a proper snowy, mountain-y and Austrian Christmas!

XX, Angie

Mangia Mangia

So I actually set out this morning, having a short walk at Campo dei fiori and perhaps a coffee with Giorgio in mind, never would I have thought I’d end up in Viterbo!

I went to town by bus and actually had a very lovley walk and read in the autumn sunshine before I met up with Giorgio – who spontaneously invited me to his hometown for the weekend! And as I literally had nothing better to do, I said yes! 😀
We went straight to the train station and off we went to Viterbo, which is about a two hour journey away from Rome. Once we arrived, we pretended to be tourists and Giorgio showed me the old town. We had marzipan witch-fingers for merenda and went to a Spaghetti restaurant for dinner – they had over 300 options on the menu, but I chose to try classic roman Amatriciana, and it was amazing!

We started the next day with fresh cornetti and had a second breakfast at the station – we didn’t included the sunday timetable on our plans and had to kill some spare time…
When we came back to Rome, nothing was left of the beautiful sunny weather of yesterday, the sky was grey and rainy. So I went back home and spent the rest of Sunday with chocolate and books.

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Hope you had a nice and spontaneous weekend as well!

XX, Angie

But first: home!

I know, I know – But you just arrived! you’d say. I know. And believe me, my fist few days in Rome were quite intense: looking for a flat, getting to know the city and straight away attending a summer school.
But since leaving London, the idea has always been that if by the end of September and before the official start of lessons at uni there is some time left, we’d be going home. Well, initially I also wanted to spend some time in Galicia, but unfortunately flight schedules and prices didn’t cooperate – so I spent a whole of 10 days in Austria!! 😀

And it was amazing! The weekend I arrived, the fair was in town (the prefect occasion to wear the Dirndl), the weather was beau-ti-ful all week long, I spent a lot of time with my little sister and my family and both my grandmas agreed that the best was to get some more flesh on my ribs was to feed me proper traditional Austrian food.
Actually nothing outstanding happened, apart form afternoon coffees and cakes in the sun, stunning autumn days, long chats with my friends, cookie binges with my mum and motorcycle rides with my dad and my sister. Everything was just normal – but a normal that has become so rare for me that it was like the best thing ever to come down after a crazy summer and let me charge my batteries looking ahead to a stressful first semester.

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And all I can say is that every time I get home, I am again surprised by the beauty of Austria – I guess by now I’m annoying everyone back home with my sudden exclamations of joy when we drive down a super ordinary street. ^^ And everything is even more beautiful in autumn, when everything slowly turns orange!

Anyway, now I’m back in Italy, fully relaxed and full of food and sunshine, ready to tackle a new challenge.

Hab euch alle lieb daheim und ihr fehlst ma jetzt schon!

XX, Angie

New shores – again!

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I started this blog almost exactly three years ago, in September 2013 – when I moved to London. After one crazy life-changing Erasmus year and a very meaningful summer, I moved in with my little sister in Priory Park Lane.

It’s both amazing and a little frightening how time flies, now I am three years older and (hopefully) wiser, full of Englishness and rich in experience.
But I had enough of tea and biscuits – Now I want caffé and cornetto! Yes, I moved! 😀
Exactly today two months ago, Gonzo and me packed up our things and we left London. We didn’t know yet where and when exactly we’d arrive, but we had a vague idea.

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Wish me luck!

Tanti baci from Rome!

XX, Angie

 

 

Off to new shores!

After spending all Sunday (actually the whole last week, to be honest) cleaning and emptying our flat, Gonzo and me said good-bye to our lovely sun-flooded, memory-filled room in London and left super early today and spent the night at Luton airport, watching Netflix and trying to sleep in the luggage hall.

When we finally took the plane at 7:00 in the morning, I still didn’t realized fully that we’d never get back to that flat, that we sent everything but our summer-suitcases home and are in fact completely “disrooted”.

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After a delayed flight, several hours killed in a little café near Napoli Central Station because of a missed train connection and another delayed train, we are currently riding trough Italian landscapes waiting to join our friends and CinemadaMare in Maratea, a beautiful seaside-village, ready to get a tan, have caffé and cornetti every morning and shoot short movies.
We are loaded with ideas, equipment and expectations for our summer.

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What comes after? We’re up for a surprise – let’s see where we’ll land in autumn.

Off to new shores!

Tanti baci, Angie

On Turner’s tracks

Every Saturday morning Gonzo gets up super early and takes the train to Maidenhead, a little town about one hour outside London, where he teaches TV & Film at the local drama school.
He warned me that it’s a rather unspectacular place, but curious as I am, I insisted to accompany him, at least once. So today we got up together, had a breakfast on the go (consisting of flat whites and almond croissants) at Paddington Station and went to Maidenhead.

We arrived at about 9:30, when the shops weren’t even open yet and the whole town seemed still asleep – it was a Saturday after all. I guess the greyish weather didn’t help much either to wake up the town. And while Gonzo was working from 10 to 13, I had three hours to kill.
After having a walk in the high street, watching sleepy people emerge slowly and tasting some fresh British strawberries at the market, I decided to head out of town to visit Maidenheads only true attraction: the railway bridge “The Sounding Arch” – designed by the engineer and architect Brunel and made famous by J. M. W. Turner who featured it in his painting Rain, Steam and Speed – The Great Western Railway.

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I had a lovely walk through the outskirts of the little town, walking through a mesmerizing green park and along some very nice country houses (you know, the kind with wrought iron gates and bay windows) until i finally reached the bridge.
To be honest, it wasn’t quite as impressive as I imagined. The best thing was the echo right under it. 😉 I shouted my name a couple of times, took some pictures and waited until I saw a train passing. I guess the non-impressiveness is due to the perspective and if I was to see it from above (like Turner painted it) it would be much more spectacular!

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When Gonzo finished working, I met him in the town centre and we had a pub lunch in The Maiden’s Head; a nice finish to a nice morning – and yes, I completely chose the pub based on it’s name! 🙂

XX, Angie

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Here’s the Wikipedia link, if you want to read more about the famous railway bridge.