Things are looking up. After a long time, am meeting people. I am able to concentrate on things. Bené is behaving more agreeably. I am able to work, build acquaintances, go out, and generally enjoy the little things life is putting on offer. I think I might be returning to normalcy. Yeah, right?! Might be. Still have panic attacks, extended bouts of insomnia-depression-loneliness and weird asphyxiating-on-my-vomit times. Still space out. But I am pulling through. Have a feeling that pretty soon I will start writing again too. Hell. I'm smiling so loud!
Latest development: A trip to Italy. Found my favourite part of Europe. The first thing which struck me was that everyone is literally dancing when they talk! And everybody is loud. And nobody thinks it ridiculous.
The architecture is lovely. Old, and yet maintained really well. The streets are clean. The traffic is Dilli, especially in smaller cities. Everybody is fond of dandy cars and pedal-flooring. If you take the freeways. You feel like you are blocking the traffic at 140.
O yea. The Last Supper is everything it promises to be. Don't miss it if you're around.
Food. Delicious! And prepared with much love. And not so expensive. The coffee is absolutely the best any place has to offer. So are the pizzas. Most food is fatty though. Nevermind.
Life is relaxed, easy and people love to be on the streets and in parks. At all hours. And not just them young folks. People of all ages!
The company was good. We roamed the streets, as opposed to trying to fit in the same frame as some giant famous monument. We did visit some of them, but they were not the focus. The focus was breathing in a bit of Italia. The aroma is strong, and leaves you wanting more.
