Honey making, my well-being therapy

Honey making, my well-being therapy

Some of you may already know that we are beekeepers in my family and we make honey.

We’ve been doing it ever since I can remember, actually it goes back a few generations.


I grew up surrounded by bees and I was never scared of them, because they are beautiful, hardworking insects and we are not as important to them as they are to us, and they don’t have time to waste with us. They sting only if their life or their queen is endangered. If a bee come close to you, please, don’t try to kill it! It will just fly around you looking for some juicy pollen, and when it will realise you are a tasteless, boring human being, it will just leave. Bees dramatically decreased in populations in the past few years, but we desperately need bees on our beautiful planet.


The process of making honey is fascinating, if you don’t mind a bunch of bees buzzing around you constantly. I know it has became fashionable lately, because of the increased awareness of people toward organic, local food. I love spending Sundays with my family making honey, getting my hands sticky and just breathing that heavenly perfume. I find it relaxing.

My dad is finally retiring now and he will have more time to dedicate to beekeeping, so I am helping him with social network and just letting all our friends know about this small family business ūüôā

The smell of honey reminds me of home.

Happy Monday!



Get what you want

Get what you want


Photo credit

I finally booked the flights to London. I’m leaving tomorrow and my heart gets¬†heavy just thinking about it.

No more lake, mountains, dinners with friends, beautiful landscapes, evening walks with my dad, but grey and tasteless surroundings.

Sometimes I wish my other half was Italian, so we could both decide to go back “home”. We’ve been speaking about relocating to Italy, and he seems to be ok with it, provided we find decent jobs of course, but I am worried. What if one day he decides he too wants to go home? His home is so far away, it’s on the other side of the world! What if he doesn’t feel at “home” in Italy? I know, I know….”what if” is not a game to play, ever!

We were thinking of spending sometime in Lisbon before moving to Italy and who knows, maybe I will fall in love so much with the city and the country that I will be more relaxed and will not need “home” as much as I do now. I think London is the wrong city form me. I lived in Prague before and it was amazing, I loved everything of the city. The only problem I had was with the people. I have some amazing Czech friends who I cherish and love very much, but there is no denial in saying that Czechs are pretty cold, compared to Italians at least. So, this Lisbon thing…I am willing to try, Lisbon is a beautiful place, I’ve been there twice and really liked it. It’s a cultural city, it’s multi ethnic, young, and it has the ocean. Coffee in Portugal is good. It’s the only place in Europe, outside Italy, where I had decent coffee.

To explain the title of my post: I am feeling a bit low about having to go to London, so I decided to make a plan and work hard to get to my aim which is: MOVING OUT OF LONDON. It could seem easy, but it isn’t. Not when you are 32 and have a baby boy to look after. It’s not as easy as it was for me to move to London, when I was 26, freshly graduated, but this is what I want. I want the sun for at least 200 days a year, I want fruit that tastes like fruit. I want good coffee that doesn’t cost a fortune.


Photo credit

Now I have to go pack my very heavy luggage and then I have to start planning my plan.

Wish me luck!



Time to go back to reality

Time to go back to reality


And here we are. I have to go back to London.

I’ve had British Airways page open on my computer for two days, I have to buy the ticket, I really have to, but I don’t want to. I wish I could stay.

On the plus side, we have a new flat, so I will be too busy browsing IKEA website to be worrying about the horrible weather, the tasteless food and the cold temperature. At least, I hope so.

Below some pictures from our last trip around home, pictures of what I am leaving.








I hope you liked them!



Make your heart like a lake

Make your heart like a lake


Make your heart like a lake with a calm, still surface and great depths of kindness.

-Lao Tzu –


This is the peaceful Lago d’Idro (Lake Idro), it was a revelation as I’ve only been here once, about 12 years ago, it was by night and I don’t remember much. This is also the least popular of the three lakes surrounding Brescia (the others are Garda and Iseo). I actually really like it because it’s not full of people and it’s completely surrounded by mountains. The air is so fresh and cool, a relief in this heat!





I am grateful I could walk around this calm place, in such a peaceful atmosphere…



I’m traveling a lot¬†around here and I will post more pictures as soon as possible. I hope you are enjoying your summer!



The place I never want to leave

The place I never want to leave



So here I am. Home.

I was used to hate it here, to think it was nothing special and very provincial, until I moved to London and realised what “ugly place” means.

I realised that I grew up surrounded by beauty, but I always took it for granted. Not anymore. Every time I come home (very often) I appreciate everything, and I mean everything, from a red strawberry standing out of a green bush to breathtaking mountain views.

Here few photos I’ve taken this month, while traveling in Italy, more to come.

I hope you will enjoy it!




This is Cesovo, a tiny village made of 122 souls, where my father grew up. We have a big old house there and we grow fruit and vegetable, we keep rabbits and chickens and we make delicious honey.

This is where it is:



And here some pictures from our short break to the sea. Choosing where to go to the sea in Italy is a real dilemma….there is so much choice! Eventually I decided to go exploring a region I had never been before and I couldn’t be happier about this decision, it was beautiful and breathtaking and I loved every minute of it!

We went to Sirolo, a small town on the Conero riviera, where nature takes over and where people are kind.


The first picture of the below trio is a city called Recanati. It’s the native town of one of the most important, popular and famous Italian writer from the 19th century, Giacomo Leopardi. He wrote some amazing poetry, very romantic and very anguished…so Italian!






Happy Sunday,



Taking time for ourselves

Taking time for ourselves

The blog reminds me that it’s been two months since my last post.adolfo_serra

Photo credit: Adolfo Serra

I’ve bought a one way ticket to Italy and I’m still here, waiting. I know soon I will have to buy a ticket to go back to London, but I really don’t want to, so I am just sweeping that thought to a corner of my mind and I am enjoying the sun instead.


Photo credit:Penelope Dullagham

My uncle is not with us anymore. He was young and has always been a very healthy person: eating the right things, using the bicycle instead of the car, drinking a lot of water, never smoked, never drank alcohol…life is just unfair sometimes, I guess.

We had to go through his stuff and he was the most reserved person I knew, so it felt like violating his personal space. I know he would have never shared all that with us, he would have never wanted for us to open every single drawer in his flat, to open every notebook, to search among his personal files. I apologised to him, it was hard, but someone had to do it.

I am glad I¬†moved my flight ticket up a few days, because I got to see him one last time. I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. He asked what was I doing there, and I said that it was my birthday in a few weeks so I came to celebrate. The word “celebrate” sounded so inappropriate, so hurtful. He took my hand and held it tight. He didn’t want to let go. He was wearing a diaper. Life is unfair sometimes. I love you.

I traveled a lot to new places, here, at home, places I had never seen before and this just convinced me more that I have to move back and live here, because this feels so right. I will share pictures in the next post.

For now, I just want to send a thought to my uncle and tell him that I miss him.

Ciao zio.






We are in Italy for Easter, to spend some time with my family, I’ve been waiting for this holiday to come ūüôā

We are in my home town, Brescia, for a couple of weeks and I’m loving it! I miss it very much every time I am not here. Brescia is in a great position: between Milano and Verona, 2.5 hours from Venice, surrounded by mountains and a short drive from 3 amazing lakes. It is also a beautiful historical city and if you are planning to visit Italy, you may want to check this area out, it has a lot to offer.


I went walking with Daniel along the river, there’s a lovely cycle path there and I decided to go for a long walk after lunch….I am eating so much pasta here!! I really needed to move a bit!


We’ve been to Venice for three days, this is where I studied and is by far the most beautiful city I have ever visited! Unfortunately, Venice is not wheel-friendly so if you travel by¬†bike, wheelchair or buggy it will be quite difficult to move around, up and down all those bridges and stairs. That’s why we decided to go without the pram and to take our son in the Baby Bjorn, which is a practical solution to carry babies and toddlers when pram is not available. We spent 3 amazing days, it was very warm and sunny and not as full of tourists as usual. I love Venice and spending time there with my family and my friends from uni was great.


We’ll be back to London after Easter and I can’t wait to start planning a new adventure somewhere in Europe!

I will attend a pottery course in Westminster from April till July, I am very excited about it and I am really looking forward to getting my hands dirty!!

Happy Easter everyone!


Image source