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We made it!

After a heroic trip during which we braved the storms and crossed Europe on a small and intrepid blue Ypsilon, in the snow and the cold and overcoming unbelievable obstacles - through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, we have fought our way here to the castle beyond the Goblin city* and landed in Leiden in a clear December night.
Alas, sadly for my poetic spirit (but after all, for the better) the trip was quiet, pleasant and uneventful. We left at seven in the morning with a howling cat on a back seat covered in plastic (you never know), and arrived at nine in the evening with a sleeping and curious cat who spent the better part of the trip on my lap looking out.

As expected, my beloved did not so much as allow me to touch the wheel and happily drove for fourteen hours straight - and no, it's not for lack of trust in my driving abilities but entirely due to his innate and inexplicable passion for long-distance driving.
The only worrying little thing is the sudden passion of my above-mentioned beloved for Sean, the Irish voice of our brand new TomTom navigator (a present from my boss) and from now on the official name of the toy itself. But he's a man, and that's reason enough ;)

Once unloaded the car of the too few suitcases for a traveling lady like I am - I would have loved one of those big trunks that noble women, or better their butlers, loaded on the big transatlantic ships of the past, full of early-twenties dresses to show off at dinner, maybe even listening to Novecento play (with the face and the rest of the sole and ireplaceable Tim Roth, of course) - we officially debuted the Great Adventure collapsing on the couch and watching Zoe run around like a pinball sniffing every corner as if it were made of truffles.

The Great Adventure started amid memorable quotes, a slightly puzzled happiness (has it really happened? shall we believe it?) and small changes to the house to make it ours, now that there's three of us.
Some small residual sadnesses - the low ebb of 6 pm helps nostalgia rise - and solitary shopping for baskets and toiletries while my beloved is working. We are building balance, a modus vivendi (and lavorandi) together and separately - and I am learning to respect the times of a man who works from home but has a right not to be bothered every minute. I still have not learned how not to steal all the covers every night though ;)

Footnote: the smartest readers (ok, everyone) surely noticed a lack of news about the last few Turin days... As you can easily imagine, it's a rather delicate subject - I have been meditating a post for the past few days, will keep you posted as soon as it rises :)


*Labyrinth, 1986. Yes, as a child I would drool over David Bowie in a wig ;)