I am a clown, outside my serious involucre of an interior designer, I am a clown. I am the type who likes to joke around, to make fun of others, myself, and any situation; I am the type who likes to wet food with wines and eat it with similar people who don’t count calories. I am the type who likes to be surrounded by artists and cultured people and have an intelligent conversation on fun subjects, often not touches among friends. If the occasion arises, I like to be boisterous in a civilized manner.
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However, these days I am finding very difficult to be amusing to others and myself. The heavy climate we are breathing and the patch on the face we must wear is taking its toll. I can’t put lipstick on, I feel naked and I feel my freedom has been taken away.
To remedy the ugly feeling of helplessness, I am going through my travels and remembering the good times I had.
I am watching short videos I made and going through millions of photographs. Refreshing my brain with exceptional travel memories it’s very uplifting, people and events come back and make me laugh again.
This short video brought me back to that day in the countryside of Puglia with the friends I brought along from California during and my local friends who prepared lunch for us in their country home.
We ate for four or five hours and drank rivers of red wine. In between dishes prepared fresh on the spot, we harvested white berries and blackberries from the trees, such delicious treats, we talked about the collection of fossil shells laying in a bucket, and how to plant the lambascioni, the sweet wild pearl onions growing only in the land of Puglia. We danced, sang, and laughed so much our stomach muscles hurt.
Everyone wore the Adam and Eve apron just to be funny. I felt we were celebrating the Roman bacchanalia, only in a civilized way. After the long hours of lunch, it must have been five or six in the afternoon by then, we set in the mild sun of an Italian May to tell stories.
One guy put on a boat straw hat, took a broom from the kitchen, sat down on the chair and sang O’ Sole Mio mimicking a gondolier as if he was rowing a gondola and taking us somewhere on the water of Venice. We were down South, instead, a long way away from Venice.
We acted crazy with lighthearted intention, we bonded and the memory lingered. This book tells it all.
Share your travel memory here, if you wish. We need to read about positive experiences. Ciao,
Valentina
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Valentina Cirasola is an interior-fashion designer and a storyteller by nature. Stories are very important to her design career to convey ideas because making someone’s home or personal images is not only about building around shapes, lines, forms, and colors. It is about the story one can create around their spaces and how they want to appear to others. She trots the world and loves writing travel notes, from which she draws inspiration to design her interiors as well. She is the author of the book about her travel to Puglia:
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