It was April and the lilacs were in full bloom. Locals carried fresh hand picked bouquets. Carrying them, I imagine, home to enjoy the scent in their private spaces.
The humid air, felt thick, warm and tranquil.
Green enveloped the city, bushy trees lining the streets and sprawling vines covering all they could reach.
Beautiful colour everywhere, bright red benches, turquoise metro stops, yellow trains.
The city was a mix of chaos and calm.
The smells of tobacco, asphalt, falafel, coffee.
Ancient temples, cosy cafes, dark bars with no sign, delicious street food.
Steam baths with mint oil. Swims at dawn in centuries old medicinal baths.
On my last day I crossed town.
I wandered the side streets and found the cosiest hippie cafe.
I sat alone doing research, enjoying my coffee and late breakfast.
Not long after, someone asked
“Can I sit at this table with you?”
We both worked in silence, until I asked her
“What are you working on? Why the pieces of fabric?”
She was studying architecture, building a model for a tent like structure.
We started to converse…. ‘travel, education, different cultures, what do we really want to do with our lives?’ We shared our stories.
Luca told me, she had a feeling to sit in that spot when she first walked into the cafe.
Serendipitous moments. Following an inner compass.
How can you not love when the energy of our lives falls into an intuitive rhythm?
They are my favourite moments in life.
I love meeting interesting and kind people.
And I love making new friends.