Sipping a cappuccino overlooking Lake Como. Isn’t that just a beautiful image?
Sipping a cappuccino overlooking Lake Como
I love lakes, with their quiet, peaceful nature, calm waters and old houses scattered around.
As a kid I remember the excitement that came over me every time my parents decided to take me and my sister to the lake.
Towns in Italy are so picturesque and each one has its own charm that cannot be copied by the town next to it. My favourite time of the day when I’m in Italy is sunset. For me, sunset embodies Italy’s whole beauty. Those pink, orange and golden tones make the whole country, every inch of it, look as if it had been touched by Midas.
For some reason the older I get the more I feel myself trying to hold onto my past, trying to go back to my roots. There’s a kind of nostalgia that creeps up now and then when I’m looking at old photos, or when I’m back in Rome that lays a thin veil right there, on top of my mind. With time I have become very good at choking up some specific feelings, and so I keep going, trying to move forward.