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
For all the languages we know, everybody has a different love language. And sometimes communication is not to take for granted. But there are little things that you can always, always do to make sure your significant other knows how … Continue reading Interpreting love
I don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, because it has never been a tradition when I was growing up. But recently I have experienced first hand the power of gratefulness. I am definitely not into meditation, yoga, tree-hugging or mindfulness. To all the … Continue reading Grateful ramble
When you run and decide to put yourself out there, things can work out, or not. Yesterday Francesco and I ran a half marathon in South Tyrol: he wasn’t happy with his race, and I was possibly the happiest half-marathoner … Continue reading Monster post! Frangart Half Marathon
Over the past two weeks I have been ravenous. I was hungry all the time and just couldn’t stop eating. Most of the time I wanted savoury stuff, but at the end of the meal I inevitably needed a “sweet … Continue reading Double gluten-free recipe of the week!
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
by an interpreter married to an interpreter (the one in booth n. 4 on your left) The toothpaste rule You’ll need two separate toothpaste tubes… to avoid quarrelling over who gets to keep the toothpaste: the one who leaves or … Continue reading 10 things to know if your date/partner/spouse is an interpreter
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. Advertisements Continue reading #SuckItUp
This week we set our sight on racing in yet another neighbourhood. Francesco ran the Schaerbeek 10k yesterday night, and guess what? He won! I played the supportive wife – loud cheering included, of course. I was bursting with proud … Continue reading Crazy Friday nights… running in Schaerbeek
Work hard, play hard. Recover hard?! I know it doesn’t sound catchy, but it is a universal truth. If you work hard, and on top of that you train hard, and you also want to race hard, you need to recover as well. Foam rolling, stretching, sleeping a lot, icing body parts is all part of a process. Eating healthy plays a huge part in recovery – and it is the best part, if you ask me. I love to cook and I love how running allows us to have good, tasty food most of the time – and the … Continue reading Smoothie time!