Monday, July 30, 2012

Les Quais du Dahlia à Morges

Morges is known for its "Fête de la Tulipe" when its parc on Lac Léman becomes a hymne to the tulip. What I didn't know though, that during summer time the city dedicates their quays to the dahlia. You must know that dahlias are one of my favourite flowers and therefore I couldn't resist taking tons of pictures. Awesome!

PS: In case you're wondering what I was doing in Morges ... Visiting friends :-)

Wednesday, July 18, 2012


R. is my friend V's husband (see V's answers in last week's post). I don't know him well. No, you could  even say, I don't know him at all as I have met him just once, very briefly, while the two of them and I were Sunday shopping at the same grocery store. My first impression of him was: outspoken and funny (and knowing how happy V. was since they were a couple helped!). As I don't speak Spanish and his German is not yet top, our conversation was like this: me speaking Italian, he speaking Spanish, AND understanding each other (which is quite important, don't you think? SMILE). For the duration of our conversation I felt like ... being somewhere far away because these are the kind of conversations one usually has in a foreign land!

Let's hear what R. has to tell us about his home country (Argentina) and his "new" country (Switerland):

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Traffic jams

I was just finishing my USA journey photo book (finally!) as I suddendly realised that I had taken two different pictures, of two different kind of traffic jams, in two different cities, in two different countries and even in two different continents:
traffic jam the Venetian way

traffic jam the Wyoming way

Sunday, July 8, 2012

The Other's World: Cross-cultural Marriage

V. and I have been friends for a long time. She is, like me, Italian and we share the same cultural background. But not only.
Back in the days when she used to be Head of Marketing, I wrote articles for the employee's magazine and she was the chief editor. I loved to work with and for her. She allowed new ideas and was easy to work with (which doesn't mean that she wasn't professional, don't get me wrong). Then she quit her job (long story and not a nice one) and decided to go on a South America trip. Well, I don't have space here for the whole story, let's just say that: she not only came back with thousands of stories and impressions about South America (her trip lasted a couple of months!) but... with the love of her life as well! How cool is that? I was and still am totally glad for her and am even more glad to have her and her husband responding to my questions (her husband's answers will be posted in a couple of days).
Her life story proves that sometimes (most of the time actually, but this is another story) a seemingly bad situation (quit a job that you love) can lead to a wonderful change (going on a journey and find love).
OK, I admit, I am a sucker for happy endings but this story IS about happy endings!!

Let's see, what V. has to tell us (the pictures are hers - taken in Argentina during her trip):

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

About traveling... and coming home

Do you remember? I had written that a trip, in my opinion, consists of three "stages"

1) anticipation and organisation
2) the actual traveling
3) post-pleasure and remembrance

Well, realizing when point 3 is over is quite difficult. It's difficult to let go. I'd like to keep on telling everybody what I have seen, what I have experienced, the people I met. Etc. Etc.
At the same time, I realize that I get on everybodys nerves by keep on talking about America, about Yellowstone, about my train journey. They are my friends and therefore would never be rude and tell me to just shut the f... up SMILE. No, they wouldn't. NEVER. But I can see it in their eyes and I can even understand. Really I do... (I've been in the position they are now in so I know how this feels.)

I think that everybody who has traveled (and it's worse if you've been away a couple of months), knows what I am talking about. You come back and feel different. You ARE different. Traveling changes everybody. But people back home remain the same. Their life is more or less the same. It's good. It's normal. It's the way life goes. But adjusting back is difficult and so for a couple of days / weeks (and sometimes months - depending what kind of traveling you've done) there is this ... gap. You feel like an alien within your own cercle of friends, your own family.
Until... yes, until, time kind of "heals" this gap.
Flashes of what you've seen, experienced etc. become rarer, you can look at the photo book without sighing (seufzen).

Then, you know for sure, everyday life has got you back. At least until the next trip SMILE.

PS: I am working on the photo books of my trip and therefore get a couple of more days of talking about it.. But then, promised, I will shut up!