I'm not sure why I felt inspired to write about this, probably an article I read a few weeks ago about a young woman and a city- that made me feel very nostalgic, but yes, here it goes, a little (or a very big I should say) part of me on this post and a few photos from long time ago, in a place that has never abandoned, neither my mind nor my heart. It was the summer of 1999, one week before my birthday (and maybe that's also why I'm writing this, my birthday is coming up, 14 years later though, and memories are coming back with it) when I packed a huge suitcase -it was really huge- got in a plane, traveled many many hours and moved to a place located 4,000 miles away from home. I was happy, deeply happy, Oh my God, so happy. I was going to start a new life, with my brand new husband in a brand new city, a city -btw- that I loved with all my heart since the very first second I landed on it. And how could it possibly be otherwise, I landed on August 6th. 1999 in San Fra