When I came back to Italy, I was too much engaged by work and other top priority stuff to complete my diary.
So, I postponed it just to make it better.

I will continue to publish it today, dating every post with it’s effective writing date and putting them into the Diary category as I already did before.
The only news is that I’m publishing the photos, so I’m also editing the pages of the diary to link the photos of what I’m talking about.

It’s strange, the difference between languages, the way I express myself in italian, and the way I express myself in English.
I often change everything translating what I write in italian, if I do, and after two weeks that I passed here in Italy It feels so odd to read the diary pages I wrote in English, during my holiday in California.
I feel like if I spoken english in my previous life.

Now I deeper understand the meaning of the words that my chinese friend Jinchuan said to me… when she told me that it was hard for her to express herself even if she known perfectly Italian.
Translating words is not enough, mental schemes also have to be translated, and every language have a culture, so every culture have it’s schemes.

I was also stuck with the publishing of the diary cause I often try to “go the whole hog”, so I was trying to reorganize the pages to make a real report of that holiday with informations about places, people, and a lot of weblinks.
Finally I tought… “damn, I can do it better in my next holiday” …
One of my project for the future is to be a reporter, creating photographic books of the place where I go, and writing about them.

That is common in my life, get stuck on things trying to do them perfectly.
Perfection does not exist.
However, I think it’s so important to do things in the best way I can, and I always try to do that…
… expecially when others can judge my acts.

So I finally arrived to the point… my search for perfection in things is strongly linked to the necessity of being appreciated by others, and that is the reason why from now, I will try to do things imperfectly.

At least, for me now, that’s the only way to get them done.