LIFE

A Journey through my childhood: summertime in sunny San Diego

There are periods in time when I find myself reminiscing old memories from my childhood. I still can see it in front of me: huge palms, hummingbirds in the garden so fast yet standing still in their elegant wing flapping movements, surfers braving huge waves and coming out of the ocean exhausted with a smile on their faces. I still can smell the scent of salt ocean water on my skin, in my hair, in my heart.

Thanks to my dad’s job I got the chance of spending several summers in San Diego growing up. Not that I can recall it but my first time there was back in 1990 when I was only 11 months old. Many pictures sort of froze those memories and sound bitter sweet to me right now, the picture of me walking for the first time, taking my first steps in a cute house filled with love in La Jolla, ready to explore the world. Pictures of me and my parents on the beach, strolling around town, celebrating 4th of July with family friends.

Not that I can recall it but my first time there was back in 1990 when I was only 11 months old. Many pictures sort of froze those memories and sound bitter sweet to me right now, the picture of me walking for the first time, taking my first steps in a cute house filled with love in La Jolla, ready to explore the world. Pictures of me and my parents on the beach, strolling around town, celebrating 4th of July with family friends.

It’s funny how time fly by so quickly. People used to tell me that, when I was a child, and I remember not paying attention to it ’cause I had (and hopefully still have) so much time in front of me, a life to build, a world to travel and I couldn’t believe time could pass by as fast as that old people was saying.

On a positive note I feel so lucky having collected so many good memories while growing up, building a strong bond with what I call my ‘home away from home’ a city that has always been in my mind even while living in Italy, a city that I will always treasure in my heart and in which I will always run back when I will need it the most!

The last time I visited my home away from home was one year and a half ago, I found many things changed but in some way everything I was feeling was still there.

While I write down these words I cannot but think about the fact that next time I’ll be there, for the first time in my life, both my parents won’t be able to hear from me, rumbling about my days exploring OUR city, they’re not here anymore and I’m sure San Diego will taste more bitter than ever, but It will always have that sweet and unique aftertaste.

SAN DIEGO, MY HAPPY PLACE.

traveller by day, dreamer by night!