Lens: Voigtlander color-skopar 35mm f2.5
Camera: NEX-7, ISO100, f5.6, 1/100, raw
Waking up and not knowing where I am. Waking up because my chest is vibrating. Figuring out the vibration is just a phone call from the people which are supposed to be hosting me. Suddenly remembering I was out drinking the whole night, understanding I must have passed out at Nick’s, and finally realizing that I screwed Francesca’s day out because I still have her car’s keys. This is how today started.
Last night was awesome. I had a strong headache so I took two pills of Moment. Half an hour later the headache was still there, so I took another two pills. And suddenly I was “conformably numb” (and quite dumb). At that time I was still at Dario’s. Nick just arrived, Daniela followed a few minutes later, loaded with a six pack of white beer that we quickly gulped down, waiting for Idan to complete the group, so we could leave and move to the closest bar. From there the night was a lot about talking, drinking, and getting gently kicked out by a bar after another, until the only place with some alcohol around was Nick’s. A fantastic gin tonic served with a steamy plate of mushroom-stuffed tortellini Giovanni Rana and later I passed out. Or at least, my memory did. Next thing I know, my chest was vibrating.
Luckily I didn’t wake up with a hangover, I was still a bit numb, and happy for the great night I had (or, at least, for the part of it I could recall). One after another I got messages from the rest of the group, everyone was still alive, some more affected than others. I walked back to Dario’s, but I forgot that town canals are circular, so I ended up walking much more than necessary. It was a nice morning, anyway, so when I stumbled upon a typical Dutch countryside view I didn’t get pissed because I got the wrong way, but rather took my time to get a shot.
I eventually got back to Dario, had breakfast with him, then walked to the train station and finally flew home. Back to my family, Agata heartbreakingly happy to see me, Claudia childishly happy to receive a baby-I’m-back gift, and Lucy very glad that I hadn’t abandoned her neither this time.