Ok so the minute I stepped off the aeroplane into the blazing sunshine on the Mediterranean island of Sardinia I asked myself why I am actually living in Macerata. And I just spent the most amazing weekend of my life there, seriously it was just so nice and fun and relaxing and totally enchanting, the English language does not possess words to describe it. So instead of writing the usual novel on what I did, I shall attempt to be more brief and let the pictures tell the story.
It has come to my attention that people reading my blog on some smart phones can’t “hover the mouse” over the pics to see what they are about, so I’ll write the descriptions above the photos, at least in this post. And as this is a public website, I’m not putting surnames of the people here, if you really want to know who they are, you can ask me or someone else who knows.
Anyway I arrived in Sardinia on Friday morning after a rather traumatic journey (which I will not go into here, but it involved spending a night on the streets of Rome, see picture below).
But that vanished like a bad dream when I could enjoy the incredible beauty of the countryside surrounding Oristano, looking its best in the autumn sunshine. I stayed with Ann Yvonne and Andrea #bestFamilyEver and their four extremely energetic and athletic boys while I was there. I went for bike rides, greeted the chickens and ducks, built sand castles, and played games outside with the kids during the day on Friday and Saturday.
Even the fact that I am the world's worst photographer can't stop Marco and Anton being adorably cute!
And here are the big boys: Stian and Mino
In the evenings we met up with friends, socialised, watched significant events being broadcast on international TV, played cards, ate delicious food, and… played Mafia. Playing Mafia with Italians is an experience in itself, it added a whole new dimension to the game! :)
Sala and Martina (below)
Gabriele and Ingar
Sunday was an absolutely magical day. We drove to a nearby mountain (actually an extinct volcano I was told) and went for a lovely walk in the forest. The weather was perfect and the scenery exquisite! Then we came back and had a barbeque lunch #thanksJoni&Stian—I really enjoyed my hamburgers! After lunch some of us randomly went off into the woods with a long rope intending to make a swing off one of the trees; this would have been totally illegal back home but it was fine here. We weren’t entirely successful in making a functional and safe swing, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. And we had a lot of fun and laughs in the attempt.
Joni, who gave up the walk to be the chef :)
I just love this picture: Ingar, me and Kore in a huge tree above the picnic table
My angel Marco (#ThanksSalaforsomeawesomephotos)
Me and Kore at lunch
Lydia and Mattia #AwesomeCouple
And the best Salome in the world!! <3 Miss you :(:(
On Monday Lydia took me to the beach for a couple of hours before I had to leave. Again the beauty around me was just breathtaking, and I knew that my heart would break when I had to leave.
We wanted a photo, but we had to check that we had no food between our teeth first :D
Thanks for an awesome day Lydia!
And my heart did break, I cried on the train all the way to the airport. Ok that’s a slight exaggeration, but I promise I did shed tears; it was just dreadful saying goodbye to everyone. However, about 8 hours after I was home in Macerata I had booked a ticket back, so I will return to the land of sunshine in 3 and a half weeks. Fortunately!
Cagliari airport, seen through a mist of tears
And catching the plane out of Sardinia #brokenHeart
