Following the sun

12 hours to the new beginning….that’s how long it take sto get to Sydney from Melbourne. I’ll be there for the new year’ eve, pretty motivating, since my landlor after picking up the keys said “if there’s a place in Australia where it’s worth spending the new year’s eve, that’s Sydney, the biggest celebration in the country.

Chris, my landlor an Aussie with honk kong background, a keen person. He’s actually the first landlor to supply all the basic stuff we need: detergent powder, toilet paper, spray. Dishwasher , ink cartridge, batteries…everything! When they run out we just need to call him and in one day everything’s ready…how cool is that?

It has been weird to say goodbye to him as well. Knowing that we’ll hardly meet again. I probably cross him 5-6 times in 8 months, not that much at all but the idea of dealing with a good person gave me this sensation.
In the same way I say goodbye to my students at the school, some of them probably didn’t’ know they wouldn’t have found me there back from the holiday. A special though to Julie, my 60 years old student…someone who I admire for her passions and joy for living. She gave me a good Penfold bottle of wine for Christmas, I didn’t buy anything for her…and I felt so guilty, so I finally went this afternoon to the museum where she works as a volunteer to leave her a card. I didn’t meet her on purpose, hoping that she’ll appreciate the surprise….
She will be for sure one of the person that will come to my mind everytime I’ll think about Melbourne…. “Le passioni e la gioia di vivere non hanno età” that’s what I wrote in her card, and I’m convinced that they’re the suitable words for her.

Megan is another student I will have a particular memory…she’s travelling in Europe right now and she started Italian from zero, one month before leaving, not really easy…but we had good time and fun as well. What impressed me is the moment in which I saw them for the last time, the moment in which your sight crosses theirs for the last goodbye. Some of them ask me to keep in touch, somehow, even if we’ll be far far away, but you know it’s such a good feeling….

Some others are probably used to see people coming and going that it’s such a natural thing…but as Vinent told me once “On arrive jamais à se habituer à dire au revoir aux gens” it always sucks. So that’s probably why I told everybody “I’ll be back in April, time to say good bye before flying back to Italy”. And when that day will come….well it will be another story….