Oh Mona!!! What a great post! :D
I'm glad that you are okay!
Rome, Italy: In this particular fantasy, I tend to see myself sitting in a small but beautiful café, with an outdoor sitting. Bit of an antique place, with its withered mahogany wood and metal chairs, each one telling their own story of hosting some or the other wanderer. Maybe a hopeless romantic who first saw his/ her love for the first time sitting across him/her reading a book. It was a book he/she so dearly liked and then suddenly they share a look, although a stranger, it instantly felt like they saw each other in themselves, and so their story began. Or maybe those sunkissed chairs which speak about a family that no longer meets together, but many moons ago would sit around those tables and chairs and shared many lazy Sunday afternoons giggles. I tend to see myself enjoying an espresso, reading one of my favorite novels, having an opinion about shit and just being in that moment.
I dream of this myself. Make some money and travel to a nice place where I could just enjoy my time than to continuously chase a pipedream.... I wish I could be there now, read a book that I wanted to for a while, enjoy a warm cuppa and relax!
Think I am that hopeless romantic sometimes haha!
You said it man. Us hopeless romantics will someday find our solace.
Yeah for sure! :)