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This is the most beautiful place that I have written from so far. The warmth of the sun is on my back, the sea breeze on my face and my feet sink into the sand as I sit on a beach in Chia, Sardinia.
My friends, Veronica and Alan, got married out here this weekend! From the ceremony in the gorgeous little Italian church, to the reception at a stunning hill-top lighthouse, the day was a delight. Our senses were spoilt. Breathtaking views from beside the infinity pool, course after course of tantalising tastes at dinner, the BBQ filled the air with the smell of summer, a lively band played amongst excitable chatter and laughter. Oh and I can’t even explain how incredible the bride looked. She deserves a whole new adjective of her own. (Dress pic to follow in a future post!)
I feel honoured to have been invited to this occasion, and even more so since V and Al have been a huge support to me and to 60 Postcards. V and I sit next to each other at work and we can natter about nothing in some moments, and have deep and meaningfuls in others. She has always been there for me on my down days. I hope these down days keep reducing, but it still comes in waves. Maybe the tide will stay out for a bit longer each time.
Whilst sat here, I find myself staring at the sea, admiring all of the colours in it. It reminds me of my dad’s comment in Project Inspire about blossom. About not taking anything for granted in life – appreciating everything. It makes me think about my friends. It reminds me of how amazing they were when we lost Mum. They still are.
Marcus is one of my closest friends. We have had many a joke about how and when he will make an appearance on here (amongst banter of how much I have talked about coffee!). I guess as he is currently sat next to me on the beach, it is as good a time as any! Admittedly, we squabble like siblings at times, but I wouldn’t change a thing – he has been one of my rocks and I will never forget that.
As time has gone on I have appreciated more and more, how difficult it must be for the friends in the tragic times. I find that it is often the case where I don’t even know what I want from people, so how are my friends supposed to know?! Some days I want people to ask if I am ok. Some days I don’t. Some days I am desperate to talk about Mum every minute of the day. Some days I don’t. Some days I just simply want to run away. I am very lucky to have the friends that I do for being patient with this. They have been there more than I could have wished for.
This links nicely to another one of my very close friends who has been in touch! My old housemate (and fellow Paris crew member), Katie, recently embarked on an exciting move to Brasil to work out there for 2 years. She has sent me her photo and story of inspiration:
“What inspires me? Well apart from you, every time I read 60 postcards and think how lucky I am to know someone so strong.
Change. Change for something bigger, better, different. And not being scared to go for it. The protests here in my adoptive home have been amazing to witness, it really feels like a culmination of everything I’ve been hearing from all my articulate and engaged new Sao Paulo friends. At first I thought I couldn’t participate as a foreigner, but then I thought I’m proud that back home everyone can be a Londoner, so I too can be a Paulistana right? City dwellers of the world unite! I decided to make the change to come and live here, so I too need to be an active player in this crazy metropolis.
As you well know my Brazil passion was always there, but now I feel like it’s more informed, and indeed changing as I see more of this country through the eyes of its people and especially my brilliant colleagues who are telling the world about it. As me and Kezza (Kerry) always say, life is transient. The world and your perspective on it is constantly in flux, so you might as well go and seize the day, live the moment and make the change. I still ❤ SP!”
I am so glad Katie is having a wonderful time out there and feels a part of it all. I secretly hope she doesn’t want to stay there longer than 2 years. I guess that’s not much of a secret now ;). Bisous!
There we have it – an international post all round.
So please raise your glasses as I make a toast, and dedicate this post, to friendship.
Letters from the kids:
Hi Sorrel! Stew was very excited to hear about your letter! I was so excited to hear that you are Stewart’s god-daughter! It is so lovely to hear that you enjoyed having my mum as a teacher :). Thank you so much for writing to me!
Ps. This was written on beach and posted now, as wi-fi returns to my life!