Showing posts with label Anniversaries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anniversaries. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Three

... and three! Happy anniversary to us!

Monday, February 6, 2012

Il tempo passa, noi restiamo...

Washington, February 2005


Rome, February 2012

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

7 November

Hampstead, 7 November 2003

Everything began eight years ago in front of a strawberry tartlet in a pâtisserie in Hampstead Heat.

And eight year after, same place, same main characters, and with a Leonardo more.

Who would have said it eight years ago?

Tanti auguri a noi (best wishes to us, félicitations à nous)!

Monday, June 27, 2011

27 June - two years later...

Twenty-seven June, two years later. In between many, many things.

And many more to come…


(Ps: looking back at the comments to the post of last year, I have to say they have been almost prophetical…)

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Seven years ago in Hampstead Heat

Everything began seven years ago on an autumnal afternoon in Hampstead Heat.

Tanti auguri a noi (best wishes to us, félicitations à nous),

Matteo and Mathilde

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Un anno vissuto intensamente (A year living intensely)

Who said that you settle down after marriage? We hadn’t yet finished unpacking our luggage from our honey-moon that our life entered in a blender: Rome or DC? India or not India? The Bank or UNDP? CI or…

And in the middle plenty of planes, trains and sleeping bags: from Colombia to DRC, from Brazil to Kerala, to Kashmir, to Rajasthan, to Maharashtra, to Punjab…

Definitively a year living intensely. And with still a lot of uncertainties on our future: hard to say where we’ll be next year (let alone in five or ten!).

But with a certainty: in two it is better.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Sei anni...

... e non sentirli.

7 November 2003: our story began, in a pâtisserie in Hampstead Heat, London, in front of two strawberry pastries. Six years after we celebrated our anniversary in Fathepur Sikri, Rajasthan, in front of an Indian cake, with the drunk owner of an improbable hotel singing love songs in Hindi for us...

... who would have imagined it six years ago?