The Photo Challenge #32 – The Road Taken

Sometimes the road taken is not clear and smooth. Sometimes it’s more like a rough and uneven path, studded with rocks.
It’s challenging to go down a road like this. It demands energies and efforts and maybe even sacrifices.
But how rewarding is to conquer the goal that made you start the journey in the first place?



Sorry Ma’am

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È successo, di nuovo.

È solo una mattina a caso, come centinaia di altre. Prendo l’autobus per andare a lavorare e cerco un posto per sedermi quando sale una scolaresca a bordo. Ragazzini chiassosi, ridono e chiacchierano e urlano. Li invidio: com’è possibile che i  bambini siano così vivaci e piena di energia di primo mattino mentre io vorrei solo che la mia sveglia si sciogliesse per non suonare mai più?

Sono completamente persa in questo pensiero, quando un ragazzino mi viene addosso con il suo zaino. Si gira, mi guarda e dice: “Scusi, signora”.
Scusi. S I G N O R A…
Penso di aver borbottato qualcosa. Nella mia testa penso: “Signora? Potrei essere tua sorella… beh, forse non proprio tua sorella, ma non sono così vecchia, piccolo maledetto. Quanti anni ho pure, 22? “. Poi mi ricordo che non ho più 22 anni. Poi mi ricordo che, fino a un paio di anni fa, i trentenni mi sembravano al limite dell’anzianità. Il pensiero istintivo che quel ragazzino volesse provocare si dissolve.

Non mi abituerò mai a essere chiamata signora.

Oh God! It happened again.
It was just a random morning, like hundreds of others. I took the bus to go to my workplace and I was looking for a seat when a bunch of schoolchildren got on board. They were rowdy, laughing and chatting and screaming and I was really envying them: how comes children are so lively and full of energies at 8:30 am while, every morning, I just wish my alarm clock would melt to never ring again?

I was totally lost in this thought when a little boy hit me with his back pack. He turned, looked up at me and said: “Sorry Ma’am”.
Sorry MA’AM…
I think I just mumbled something. In my head I was like: “Ma’am? I could be your sister… well, maybe not your sister but I’m no so old, you little tadpole. What am I again, 22?”. Then I remembered I’m not 22 anymore. Then I remembered that up until a couple of years ago people who turned thirty seemed so old to me. My instinctive thought that the boy was provoking me just disappeared.

I’m never getting used to be called Ma’am.

The Photo Challenge #20 – Quest

Last november my boyfriend and I visited Brussels. We loved the city and we walked hours and hours in order to see each and every thing we had planned to.
We visited the Atomium and Magritte’s museum, we lost track of time in the majestic Grand Place, we watched the two different spirits of Sainte-Catherine melding together and, of course, we went to see the Manneken Pis, a small bronze statue, portraying a child peeing, that has become the city symbol.

While we were standing there our Lonely Planet guide informed us that the Manneken Pis has two little friends, Jeanneke Pis which is a girl peeing and Zinneke Pis, a dog that does the same. It was our first day in the city and we had to look at the map anyways, so we decided to track the other statues down while visiting the city center. Our quest had begun.


As you can see we found the dog, but the girl, she must be hidden pretty well somewhere. We spent almost 2 hours circling around the area where she was supposed to be, but we could not find her. It had become a challenge with ourselves. We totally lost.
It was the most unsuccessful quest of all time, but it was fun and every time we recall it we burst into laughters.

It’s kind of a life lesson too: sometimes it doesn’t matter if you find what you’re looking for at the end of the journey, what matters is what you see and learn during and the fun you have while you’re going.