Where we do belong

Airports are overcrowded in summer. Lines of people waiting in front of their gates, ready for boarding - they dream of their holiday destination and crave for the window seat, waiting to be finally toes in the sand...

There I was a few days ago, in line right behind a couple excited for their next few days in Spain. Myself I was waiting to come back to Biarritz after a week in Italy to my family.

I've always referred to Italy as my home and I keep on doing that. But when I was there I realized I called Biarritz my home too. I thought I was betraying the place I grew up in some sort of way.

Confused, I started thinking about the meaning behind this word.

I told myself: home is were your family is, the place where you treasure your sweetest memories and where you spent your best days. I didn't want to seem ungrateful. But I missed my seaside French village, the small apartment so close to the beach - our little nest -, the walks along the shore...

I realized that during the last year I became more and more attached to this place, to the point that now I start to call it home.

So what now? Which of the two is my "home"?

I can't help missing one of them when I'm not there. I surrendered to that and understood there's no right answer.
Home is where your heart is. So, there is no reason to believe you have to belong to one place and only.
We are adventurers, travelers, dreamers. We'll visit plenty of places we'll leave a piece of heart in. Some of them will mark our paths more, some others less.

But we don't have to worry about finding a place we belong to. We belong everywhere and nowhere. Home is not a place, but a mind status. 

Home is love - and the most important thing is to have a home to come back to, wherever it is.

Credits // Author // Pics: Marta Tomasini

When you can't surf...

I haven't been surfing for almost a month now... The doctor said it is probably a fractured floating rib or a torn intercostal muscle. Anyway, the x-ray and the echography found nothing, so the only cure is to rest and wait for my pain to get lower. This means zero surfing!

I don't really know what caused it, but I suspect I started my workout a little too hard without being trained at all. Not the smartest thing to do!

Then you know, when you can't surf the only thing you can think of is, guess what, surfing!! So, I'm getting quite obsessed of getting better and going in the water as soon as possible. Yet I don't want to force by body and risk my injury to get worse.

Anyway, I couldn't resist and I bought a new board!!!! (Shame on me!)

But since I can't surf it yet, I decided not to look at it or care about it too much until I'll be able to paddle out. I really love it!! But I'll show it to you in another post ;)

So, I decided that right now the best thing to do is to concentrate on working, my university studies and the exciting upcoming Surfragette's projects. I hope I'll be able to surf very soon.

Wish me luck everybody!

xo


ps: these pics are from before I injured myself. Sunny days and perfect waves :)



Credits // Author // Photography: Marta Tomasini

Escape around the corner

A couple of weeks ago Andrea's dad came visit us in Biarritz for a little winter escape. Unluckily for him it ended up raining almost everyday of his staying, but in Biarritz you can well expect it!

Any time a friend or a family member come visit us we try to show them the beauty of the surroundings - we visit museums, take long walks on the beach, have tea in fancy bistrot or even cross the border with Spain for having some pintxos (aka "tapas") at our Spanish neighbor's.

That's for saying we play tourists at our home and sometimes we find ourselves discovering beautiful places and stunning landscapes we didn't know before, just around the corner or even in our neighborhood!

Last time Andrea took his dad and I on a little walk from our house to the lake. He discovered that path on one of his usually runs and, well, he was just right when he told me we had to go back there.

I'm a lazy one (no surprise around here! ;) ), but one of my New Year's resolutions was going out more and, most of all, take exercising more seriously. And having a walk after work counts as a work out, right?? ;)

So we took the path from the coast line to the lake Mouriscot. The landscape suddenly changed and it looked like we were in the woods or in some little village next to the mountains. Pics speak for themselves.

When we reached the lake the water was so still and everything so quiet, it made us forget about the roaring storm waves of the Ocean, so closed yet so far in our minds.

The only noise was myself trying to scare the ducks away... How old I said I was??!

It was a good escape and a sweet way to end a normal work day. 

Most of all, we learnt that sometimes we don't need to fly far away or look for the next travel adventure to discover new wonderful places and get surprised. 

Sometimes the beauty hides just around the corner - it's our job to seek it our eyes wide open and take the most of it.... And how poetic is that? ;)

xx


Credits // Author: Marta Tomasini, Photography: Marta Tomasini and Andrea Scatolero

Lazy weekend

Some days are meant to be spent at home, maybe with a cup of tea and a good reading by hand. This past weekend was the case. 

Raining outside and winter weather made me reconsider the concept of laziness as an opportunity to dress comfy and fluffy clothes and stay at the warmth of my home.
I didn't think surfing was a great idea too, with stormy waves and North Pole weather. A little home decoration, some drawing and baking and a lot of cups of tea turned a grey day into fuel for this coming week :)

Yes, when everybody drives you into outdoor activities and weekend parties I write an ode to being lazy (sometimes)!

I hope you guys had a wonderful weekend whatever you decided to do!

xo

Credits // Author // Photography: Marta Tomasini