After 11 years of adventures together, Valentina and I feel more like family than friends.
There isn’t a day that goes by where we don’t talk, our skype sessions seem to never end and whenever something happens, she’s the first person I want to tell.
But she lives in Sweden.
No matter how much you talk to someone, how up to date about each other’s lives you are, you still miss each other. While we may have the occasional virtual lunch together (phones propped up against our water glasses, chatting away over sandwiches) they just don’t feel the same as real ones. So we try and make the occasional adventure happen. She visited me in London at Christmas, and 6 months later we met again in Sicily.
Diving right back in where we left off!
Catching up over donuts.
We chatted away about everything that’s happened over the last 6 months, from business decisions to the Paris proposal, and all the things we’d do with a whole week together.
As the sun began to disappear behind the jagged cliffs, we climbed back up to the villa.
Showered off the sea, smothered ourselves in fragrant oils, slipped into fluttery soft silks and popped open a bottle of something chilled.
Unintentionally matching, in the way friends have a tendency to do.
Great minds think alike…
…fools rarely differ!