Sitting at my friends’ beautiful garden, sipping a cup of coffee, leafing through an architectural magazine I found at the kitchen, enjoying the cool breeze after the rain. Hearing my boy’s voice echoing in the distance, somewhere inside the big house, talking in his funny English with his mates, giving them a lecture of some sorts. Two days before embarking on a new adventure – a road trip to New York – the city of my dreams.
It all seems so romantic through your lens.
Posted by: Gloda B. | August 13, 2005 at 12:42 AM
Well, y’know, that’s because I’m the heroine of a romantic novel: Weathering Heights meets Madame Bovari, or something in that vicinity.
Posted by: hadas | August 13, 2005 at 09:55 AM