Ciao Ciao!!

And so it begins...officially our first trip abroad and the main reason we came here.
Having to wake up super early on Friday morning was hard but I had to tell myself that in a couple of hours you will be out of cold London and lying on a beach! Yep that's right 2 and a half hours later and we were laying out under the sun on our quick weekend trip to Sardinia. Sometimes in life you have to pinch yourself and this moment was definitely it.
Sardinia was beautiful - I tried my hand at the small amount of Italian I know, tried to burn my skin in the sun hoping it could soak up the vitamin D it has been missing and ate my weight in carbs all in a day!
Heaven!!

A room with a view

Alghero Historic Centre

Our hotel

Invitation to a journey

On Friday night (after drinking at Gordan's Wine bar in Embankment) on the way home we passed a man who was offering poem recitals. And as always I was very interested in what this kooky man had to offer. After briefly talking to him I discovered his passion and love for poetry and that he has remembered (well mostly) well over 100 poems that he has on offer.

After picking out a poem that meant something to us, he recited it leaving me with tingles and a honest respect for this beautiful man.

Invitation to a journey

As you know I came

by discontent to the wall

a door materialized

and I went through it

into a larger space

where led another door

so without intention

I left my country

and arrived elsewhere.

In the human slumbling

who easily discerns

call of providence?

Ye, exhilaration

of unimagined wings,

sense of youth recovered,

cannot entirely deceive.

True is no movement

of advance without loss,

wound of sacrifice.

The shed skin by the road

precious with memory

holds me anguishedly.

Laden with the ache

of its abandonment

I turn, and hurry

on towards myself.

Nothing like breakfast in Chelsea

Due to working late on Thursday, I decided to treat myself to a breakfast out along Kings Road. I got ready for work, made my way to the bus, jumped on the bus and arrived at a French patisserie ready to enjoy a coffee and read my book. I should know better when in Chelsea, as I knew something would divert my attention and ultimately have me writing about it here.

Sitting across from me when I sat down was a gorgeous little boy with his mum. Gathering from his actions I believe his mum must have just told him that she was pregnant. The little boy was rubbing her belly, kissing it and was just genuinely so excited at this prospect. About 10 minutes later the mothers friend arrived with her two little boys. Now from the noise that was being made, I knew this was bound to be entertaining. The boy didn't stop interrupting any conversation that was happening and sounded like a 30 year old arrogant man. But the icing on the cake was when he started screaming 'Pan au chocolat-ey mummy, pan au chocolat-ey mummy' and would only stop when the mum asked the waitress to lie and say that there was none left!

After hearing him shout and trying to get his way, my queue to leave approached right as a couple wearing matching outfits walked past spoiling any intentions of keeping my food down.

This is Chelsea darling....