Summer is a romantic season, feels like waves in the vast ocean.
Trees inside the Italian VillaA very old villa with wonderfully weird tall trees in the yard. Cruise from the UKWent for a walk alone in a fabulous cloudy evening, the sunset, fire cloudy sky and purple thunder came one after another like a symphony. No rain in the valley, people live in the hillside put lights on from their balcony, i imagined they were reading a book by Agatha and I saw the pages turning, made some starring dreams.I walked farther and met a beautiful white husky, several fishing vessels and a plush cruise from the Great Britain. I stared at them, it’s not so polite I know. One of the crew saw it and he gave back a bright smile.“A thunderstorm is coming soon !”“Yea I guess it is” Answer a curtainIf you take the train, you will miss this view definitely. “Answer a curtain call to the ocean.” Austrilian chefWent hiking to Manarola with an Australian chef. 33, a good listener, but not a gentleman. Walk to work for 4 km everyday, laugh out loudly, love saying “oh wow!!!” Love history , single, dreaming of driving his beautiful future girlfriend through Sicily. Told me lots of jokes which were not funny at all. But yea I laughed.At the first village the chef searched for the “giant” rock which is not giant at all. A guy tried to sold the chef a beach blanket in a insane high price.“How much should I pay for it?” He asked me.“I don’t take my swimsuit with me.”“Haha I think it’s funny , what’s the difference between bikini and underclothes? Those woman walked in bikini everywhere in Australian beaches but when it’s underwear they are like ‘oh no!!!!!’ I mean they cover the same part of your body.”“Strangers walk in bikini in front of you, only your girlfriend walks in bra in front of you.”The chef asked me a favor to take care of his clothes and took a video. He went to join those teenagers to jump from a fairly huge rock, in underwear. I heard “Poooommmm”and sea waters splashed. Damn it his phone froze there I didn’t make a video.The chef came back and rush for his video, yea,he was so so so mad at me. “You know how difficult it was! I just wanna show my friend like look I jumped from there! But now they won’t believe me.”“Sorry sir, at least you jumped, and your clothes still here”I left, searched for a perfect view for the sunset. Met a Chinese girl, we waited together and talked , in English. I told her that an Australian chef was so disappointed by me today and so mad at me, I was sorry for him, but just wanna laugh.I left at 21:00“Have a beautiful night my lady.” Dreaming in Finnish partyAn early morning in Helsinki , frozen to death. Waited for the open hour of shopping mall for warm clothes shopping from 07:00 to 09:30. Had one cup of hot chocolate, cafè, and a delicious Finnish chocolate.Finnish on their way working, dressed in black and gray , with plaid scarf. Tall, pale, blonde, beautiful ,with serious facial expression.I am the short one with black hair and round Asian face wore short skirts and sandal, trembling. Outcomers have a certain smell.“Moi!”“Moi.”The coldness of the city makes people sentimental , every colorful thing can be a surprise. Is that the reason why all those snacks’ packages are so colorful and cute? And yea . Moomin!Was invited to a Finnish student party at night, not really a party tho. There was a black felt on the floor, we took off shoes sitting on floor, with mousse and vodka. A Finnish guy took books to read a story. It was a nice thing for international students I guess. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t known any Finnish ,the light was dark and warm, being there was warm and calm. The guy kept whiskers, wore a red plaid scarf,under the black sweater he wore a grey shirt. He read , smiling,and nobody left.I listened to all those strange syllables, looked around and saw people nearby, which reminded me a scene from an old movie. It was in winter and snowing outside , people sat around and listened to a guy telling his story, the stove fire was burning with a beep, and someone was taking a sip of wine.I suddenly was so afraid that I might be in my dream. I was afraid that it was not real. And then when I woke up in a sunny afternoon from a short mid day nap in Xi’an, I will tell the first people I saw, “I was in a strange dream! I was in a movie!!and people speak weird language!!!!!” Road lampBack home from a walk in the Olympia park.The road lamp looks like sunshine. A Walk A walk in a late sunny afternoon in english garden. Alps ValleyA very precious picture from Innsbruck with nice color match, churh, road, cloud and Alps, without Teo appearing in it. Germans in rooftop beer gardenI like Germans when they laugh. Or maybe just smile. NapA very elegant tree near TUM. Took a cozy midday nap there. MonetMonet. Foodie townBologna the red town.Bologna the foodie town.PortovenerePorto Venere in 21st century, a sunny windy morning there.No one talked to me in English.Porto Venere in 18th Venetian painting, cloudy. AlpsI just like those toy-like mini cars.Isnt this looks like Lilliput? PaintingsCornfield.Water lilies.Paul Gauguin my love. Rose It’s blooming.Got a dark red rose from owner of the rose shop called “Rose to me” . He packed it carefully in black and I was too happy to say “thank you”. Holding the rose all the time to watch . I put it in the bottle of Castellblanc which I finished last month but still keep the empty bottle, she was beautiful here.Night comes and people light on their windows from all those apartments nearby, which reminds me of the small drawers inside a fridge.How time flies, it’s frozen season again. Simple daily life is actually good for me, nothing worth too much thinking and nothing worth too much words,while everything is of strong emotions. Caring about sleep quality and dietetic health everyday, keep doing hobbies, less addicted to lipsticks.When I think of the past August and September , it feels like there is a frosted glass in between. I still miss the summer time which has not been that far. It was a romantic season, just like the wave in the vast ocean.There are some people who think love is sex and marriage and six o’clock kisses and children, and perhaps it is. But do you know what I think? I think it’s a touch and yet not a touch. When it’s over ,never see each other, no emails, no phone number, not even names. Tonight we will make a memory, and when we are old and gray we will look back on it, it’s perfect.