Italy, Roma, Tuscany, vineyards, little street ways filled with magic spots, Saeco, olives, Dolce & Gabbana, outstanding architecture, Monica Bellucci, The Sistine Chapel and Fellini. The first words and sensations which come to my mind when I think of Italy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I still remember my year in Italy. I was 23 years old and I was believing that one little puppy love can last a lifetime. Well, it didn`t. And what started as an endless love story ended after 2 years without not even a wink from any of the lovers. I returned to Romania and Mario remained in Italy taking care of his estates and his eccentric aunt. No harm feelings, no heart breaks, no tears, nothing. We just woke up one day realizing that it`s just over. That it was awesome but I wanted to conquer the world not to be a sensual housewife. I wanted to make my own money instead of living glamorously on his. I wanted the whole world and he was offering me just a small part of it. Mario…Mario wanted of me to be a perfect wife, kids, to behave properly at dinner parties, to always smile and to just enjoy a careless life without wanting to be powerful and vocal about it. We both failed in satisfying each other`s needs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We said our goodbyes in a beautiful Autumn morning in 2008. I remember it as it was yesterday. I was wearing a pink dress/coat and shoes (yeah, it was that one color ensemble trend which is coming back now), I had long black hair, fishnet tights and red nails and red lipstick. Mario looked dashing in a navy suit. We were both looking at our coffees and smoking. I was thinking about anything else than what we were about to say to each other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

– What were you thinking? He asks

 – About my coffee. I say

– There`s no coffee like a Saeco made one.

– You exclusively drink coffee assortments made with Saeco.

 

And then we looked into each other`s eyes and understood everything. We knew each other perfectly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Years would pass, days would turn into nights, winters turned into springs, I would have come to meet another man, have relationships, move to Bucharest, start this blog, conquer different worlds but I  have never met another human being with whom to  feel so close as I felt to Mario.

 

 

Until one day, three years ago when I met one human being who got the closest to the concept of `soul mate` in my understanding.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I remembered this moment in my life because Claudia just informed me that one of the brands dear to me this year, Saeco, just celebrated 30 years  from the moment they  launched the first automatic coffee machine. And I remembered that both these men in my life have this aspect in common.

 

 

Happy birthday Saeco, thank you for the memories, thank you for being an innovator and thank you for this road down to Memory Lane.

 

 

Parlor dress – Morodan Shop cape – Hardot heels – Pink Roses from Floraria Iris 

Photos by Mihai Dina

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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