When you just know… this was your husband’s console

When I was little I dreamed of becoming an interpreter. And not just any interpreter: I wanted to grow up and be a Conference-Interpreter-Who-Works-For-The-Parliament. One might argue that that is ordinary, as I wanted to be just like my mum. The only thing that sets me apart is that… well, I never changed my mind. Twenty years after I made that resolution I became what I dreamed of becoming. But growing up I never expected that I would get married at 27 years of age get married to a fellow Italian and – God forbid! – a colleague! And yet, … Continue reading When you just know… this was your husband’s console

Our own #Breaking2

We organised our little version of #Breaking2 over the weekend. It wasn’t about breaking any 2 – hours, minutes, or legs, but it was about breaking one’s limits – in this case, my time for a half marathon. We picked a course, a pace, and a pacer, and set off to break my PR. No actual race, no other competitors, no medals, no frills. Francesco had come back from his running retreat in Tuscany with a renewed enthusiasm not just for running, which had never faltered, but also for coaching me, which was an outcome as sweet as unexpected. We … Continue reading Our own #Breaking2

#SuckItUp

The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. Today was not an easy day, and we were apart, but on these days one can only do their best and move on. And on those days, it is even more meaningful to have the right person(s) by your side. Thank you to my friend and colleague for getting me through this day and to my husband for supporting me even though he was thousands of miles from me. Greetings from two very different places. Sometimes you’ve got to take a step back and enjoy the view. Continue reading #SuckItUp