Freesias

Freesias

When I came back home from Annecy film festival (which was simply amazing, and I'll try to talk about it in a next post) I did find on the table of the kitchen a new jar containing freesias.
They are my favourite flowers, I love their round shapes, the soft smell and brilliant colours that represents in nature my favourite colour palette.
And I love my husband who always has a sweet thought for me.

About the cold, the skin and a solution

This time I will to talk about something that really saved my life when I arrived here in Reading.

As I said, it was cold (the day I landed was snowing!) and there was always a very strong wind. I love this kind of wheather BUT my skin do not love it as well. So, in a couple of days, I had all the leg's skin cracked and my face and hands as well. 

So I entered the first Boots store (the one near my new home) and started to search for something that could help

And then I found.

I tried the oil and the cream of this line of products. They are both fantastic, the oil has a fantastic smell of coconut biscuits and leave your skin silky and the cream is very mosturizing (although it is in a jar, so when you open it the air and bacteria enters and fast kills the active principles... I'll try another package of the same line next time).

I just wanted to share this little episode of everyday life :)

International women day - 8 march 2017

Reading

Thames, Reading - Berkshire

After few meters from the train station we crossed a little alley and this is what I saw at the end of it: the thames, the park.

It was so exciting.

Surely not the best view of the area, but this is an indelible memory to me.
It was like all the light water and the breadth of the park was a sort of way to enlarge my own heart.

I felt so happy and so welcomed by this new place that, from that day onward, I could call home.
So happy that I literally abandoned my luggages to start taking pictures with my phone :)

First snow

The landscape from my seat on the train to Reading

Yesterday and the day before was falling a bit of snow.
This makes me remember that the day after my arrival there were a lot of areas widely covered with soft white snow.

Maybe this seems not very interesting for someone used to it, but in Italy I lived near the sea and snow it's for me still like a sort of magic.

That day a friend of mine, who moved to work in London several months before me, sent me a text. Apparently no (serious) rain fell until my husband moved to England (in October) and no snow was seen until I moved here too. He said to us that we have to start questioning ourselves about this XD