SecretAdmirer

This morning I was peacefully working on my Metatags for the agency when the secretary showed up asking if I had a meeting...nooooo...why? Because a guy is coming upstairs looking for you!
Uuuhhhh...interesting...
A short nice boy entered the place with a big bunch of yellow roses and he came straight to me with a little card in his hand!!! I couldn't believe it! No birthday, no Christmas, no Easter, no name day, no anniversary...why am I receiving flowers??? MustBeLove, Uh-Uh...

AhoraElRamoYaEsta'Completo:)Kisses...

No signature. Just a line in Spanish with kisses in English. Obviously all my colleagues jumped on me, asking who the guy was...Sorry...NoClue...
I have been smiling all day, proudly sitting with my flowers on the desk. Nick told me that YellowRoses mean Friendship, honestly I don't know anything about flowers and plants...and I don't even care at this point! It's cool to be aware of having someone's eyes on me, and that someone is a very smart man! A little card in two languages with no signature...definitely this person knows me enough to be able to catch my attention.
Gotta go now...I have to water the flowers, eh eh eh...

ThankYou,Stranger,YouMadeMyDay!

FarFireworks

The far sound of fireworks...that's the end of LaMercé. Tomorrow I will be at work at 8.30am and I won't even remember I have been on holidays for some days. Coffee, cereals, emails, phone call, orange juice, yellow post-it, another call, a magazine, a meeting...hopefully Friday will come soon.
The last two days were good! Yesterday I finally saw Elisa after two years, she has just moved to BCN thanks to an ErasmusScholarship and she needed a friend who could tell her that moving to another country is difficult at the beginning only. It's true...I mean, on April, 10th 2005 I packed up and left Italy with a one-way ticket, not with a one-year scholarship, and I was very happy I was brave enough to do that, but at the same time I was really scared by the big question mark that was waiting for me in BCN. At the passport control of MXP I wondered if it was a smart move, if I would be strong enough to build a new life on my own, if I could make it in business school...but the confusion lasted 60 seconds only. I was sooooo ready to go! Plus Ben was waiting for me in Spain...that was the sweetest thing he has ever done for me in more than three years. I will never forget sitting on my red suitcase outside his building when he finally showed up, Ben and his long blond hair...
I don't know if I have ever thanked him for coming to BCN with me last year in April, for giving me a don't-worry-everything-will-be-fine hug, for having me, for taking me out with Manu, for making sure that I was ok, that I had a nice house and good flatmates, that I was doing fine at school, that I was ready to start a new life. Maybe I have never told him how much I appreciated that hug and that smile on the first day of my new life...
Well, I don't think Ben will ever get here, to this Blog, but in case he does...

Thank you for being here when I needed you, you're a special person to me.

HappyBirthdayMert!

My best best best birthday wishes from one of your favourite cities...

A big hug to you and your fantastic Country.

Alex&Aidi

Presto sarebbe volato via pure quello stupido febbraio e il vecchio Alex si sentiva profondamente infelice ma in modo distaccato, come se la sua vita appartenesse – sensazione fin troppo tipica e cruda ne convengo – a qualcun altroMa non ghignate, per favore, poiché all’epoca il vecchio Alex non aveva ancora compiuto i diciott’anni e in quei giorni il cielo di Bologna era espressivo come un blocco di ghisa sorda e da simili espressività non avreste potuto aspettarvi niente d’esaltante, neppure uno di quei bei temporaloni definitivi che lavano le strade e da quasi due settimane la città giaceva tramortita sotto una pioggia esangue senza nome...

SickMercé

Alive&Kicking after three days in bed...
I've spent a lot of time in bed - alone, as usual, if we don't consider the virus I caught - watching Sex&TheCity, reading VanityFair, emailing friends, thinking about all the things that I have to do and I don't feel like doing (a good example is the MBA capstone project).
This morning I woke up and I realised I couldn´t waste another day, so I called Mars and we went for breakfast at Dolso´s, RestauranteDePostres. I really missed Mars, and I guess I will keep missing him, as he is leaving BA for Alitalia. This means no reasons to move back to BCN. Too bad.
Then I joined Nick at his place and we got rid of our typical SushiCrave at ON: a very good Japanese meal in a nice place with a cool friend...what more can I say?! As usual, we ate a lot, so I was obliged to oblige Nick to walk to the city centre with me; we went sunglasses hunting, visited the University park, commented on each person we saw and finally sat at MuseoTextil for a MintTea. Nick says I filter what I see, meaning I subconsciously avoid looking at ugly. Could be...
Plans for tonight...concert at LaCatedral with BusinessSchool friends and probably very-late ThaiDinner&GossipTime with Mars. ThaiCafé...ThaiGardens...ThaiLounge...anywhere he likes...

It has been raining heavily for days and days...the rain reminds me of a song which reminds me of a certain person and a certain period of my life...more or less 17 years??? Eh eh, good to know some people are always there and are always special...


When I look into your eyesI can see a love restrainedBut darlin' when I hold youDon't you know I feel the same'Cause nothin' lasts foreverAnd we both know hearts can changeAnd it's hard to hold a candleIn the cold November rainWe've been through this such a long long timeJust tryin' to kill the painBut lovers always come and lovers always goAn no one's really sure who's lettin' go todayWalking awayIf we could take the time to lay it on the lineI could rest my headJust knowin' that you were mineAll mineSo if you want to love methen darlin' don't refrainOr I'll just end up walkin'In the cold November rainDo you need some time...on your ownDo you need some time...all aloneEverybody needs some time...on their ownDon't you know you need some time...all aloneI know it's hard to keep an open heartWhen even friends seem out to harm youBut if you could heal a broken heartWouldn't time be out to charm youSometimes I need some time...on my own Sometimes I need some time...all aloneEverybody needs some time...on their ownDon't you know you need some time...all aloneAnd when your fears subsideAnd shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhhI know that you can love meWhen there's no one left to blameSo never mind the darknessWe still can find a way'Cause nothin' lasts foreverEven cold November rain...

Rich&Famous

Some people are just too rich..
I have spent the last 3 days going around Catalunya with one of the coolest Spanish photographers, looking at mansions that a normal human being cannot even hope to desire!
How come that some people are so rich...and have such bad taste????
I mean, if you have that kind of money and you can pay 5 architects who are gonna build the coolest place on earth, extreme design, contemporary style, expensive materials...don't tell me you cannot hire an interior designer who is able to fix the rest of the house!
No, you get there and you faint at the gate because WOWWWWW!!! That's the house I have always dreamt of! and then you enter the place and...ah, ok, no interior designer...
Moreover, if you are that rich&famous...why do you want to rent your beautiful place to an ad agency which is gonna break at least a 600-$ flower pot?

Tonight SUSHI&BAILEYS&STORIES with Nick...yesssss...

IgualadaFitting

Yesterday I landed in BCN at 5pm, I caught a cab and went straight home. Unluckily there was still the sun: I love getting to Plaza Espanya by taxi at night, it makes me feel great while thinking "Hey, I do live in this beautiful place! I'm not on holiday!".
Anyway...back to the office this morning at 8.30. I walked there, as usual, but I had to stop at Habitat's and beg Bego to pick me up with an umbrella because there was a storm and I was wearing a white top, a skirt, Summer shoes...and I had a fantastic 70s hair style thanks to Rocco!
Good start.
I had to stay at the office with my client's pullover, barefoot and almost in my underwear, waiting for my stuff to dry. Finally at 1.30pm I left to Igualada with the model and the coolest stylist...by train...84 minutes to get there...thank god my clients are fantastic and even an ordinary fitting becomes fun!
Now I am sitting on my bed, listening to Radio Deejay: Walk On The Wild Side.

Luckily the week started on Tuesday.

AnotherItalianB-day

Sitting home. My parents' place. Italy. 20.29pm.
Yesterday it was my b-day (and also my mum's) and I celebrated it the best way with someone really cool. Thanks a lot...you kept your promise: you were home on my b-day.
My brother gave me a great present: a full-body massage at Laura's beauty centre, i loved it and I bet I will become addicted. I saw Rocco this morning and now I obviously have the coolest hair style ever. Muy 80s.
I am waiting for Luca to pick me up. We are going to the club where my brother works as a barman, ZERO. Luca is a good friend, it's nice to know that he is always around on my b-day: last year we celebrated it with Marghe's couscous at my ex place in BCN with Anna, Robert, Gokce and Alex. It was a nice evening!
Can't wait to hug Fede tomorrow and to see Coghi tonight, if he really shows up after someone's marriage in Macu...Macu...that was a long time ago...I am afraid I am getting old...since yesterday I am closer to 30 than 20...!

Happy birthday, S.