Airports

I have a love hate relationship to airports. I've spent so much time at them that they, along with flying, became a necessary evil. A way to go from one home to the other. Since we can't apparate or teleport we're left with aeroplanes.

But I also absolutely love airports. They're filled with so many emotions. People are excited. Heading out for an adventure. A well needed break. But people are also crying while saying good bye. I've done my own share of crying at airports.

Today I feel like I belong to.both othergroups. Filled with excitement and joy I'm waiting to board my flight to Rome to meet up with the best of the best. My people. They flew from London last night and are waiting for me. But it's also incredibly sad that I'm going and that my parents never got the chance this summer. It's their house. They deserve to go. To get away from the nightmare that our daily life has turned into.

But I'm going. And it will be wonderful. I'm so excited and when I think about the people waiting for me a large grin spreads across my face. An entire week. With my people. Away from reports. And organizational changes. And population forecasts. And eu grant applications. And most of all. A week away from cancer.

Sounds like heaven.

Life in Italy

So, I can’t be bothered to write much, but here’s some photos from Italy! We hiked, we went to a vineyard, we basked in the sunshine. Abruzzo is more nature than city life, as you can tell from the photos!

Our favourite place

Last summer my parents bought a house in Italy. Caramnico Terme to be exact, in the region of Abruzzo. It’s their hidden treasure, a place where they can relax and just be at peace. Last week was the first time that the whole family were there together. I’ve been once before, in October last year. For my brother it was his first visit to Italy. I took advantage of the impressive and beautiful landscape and played around a lot with my camera. Here’s a few pictures from the week, and more will follow.

 

Food in the seaside town Pescara. It’s about an hour drive from Caramanico to get to the Mediterranean.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cooking in the house. Pasta with pancetta and lots of local vegetables. The mountain is part of one of the ridges that surrounds the village.