As I was approaching, I realised what a giant wheel looked like and changed colours every 30 seconds. I heard the “loud” sound of children; When I realised that, I felt creeps running down my spine just thinking that I was the next one. Maybe I should have run the other way, there were wooden houses with hot chocolate and muffins. But now there was no chance to go back.
In the state of Washington, in the United States, there is a small town called Forks that is buried in a blanket of clouds practically all the year. What would it be like to spend Christmas Day in another city and away from my family, from my house, from my room … Alexandra was waiting for me inside the car, it was raining heavily that day and I felt every part of my body freezing. “It’s good to see you, Angela,” Alexandra shout, smiling as she hugged me. “Was it a good trip?” “Yes. Well, actually, I did not expect to find such cold.”
There, the river was spreading into the sea. That morning, the sky was covered with a white blanket. Sophie and Phoebe woke up in the fog that was covering the island last few weeks. They looked up, the sun had already been born but they could not see it. That was the problem, the time. They wanted to enjoy the last week of August at the beach. “All right, swimsuit with lemons?” -Sophie hummed
Instinctively, I put my arms around it. The wind flows in my face, the feeling of freedom and peace that we felt… I stopped thinking at that moment. – Autumn? Eva called. As time was passing, I began to notice all the sounds that were around me except Eva. I sighed deeply, thinking that it was time to leave. – Autumn? “We can not stay here forever, though I do not care, I’m really amazed by this place.
Perhaps the earth had begun to turn in an opposite direction, today, I see everything contrariwise way to what happened on the previous day. “Let me be a child and dream!” In my dream, everyone in the world could be a child. The sky was painted in a blue light and the clouds looked like cotton candy, they had a soft pink colour and the scent looked like a mixture of cherry and strawberry. – What is this place? I whispered in wonder, as Sarah looked at me with a smile from ear to ear …
“Manchester,” Dariya said in a cheerful voice. I imagined during the trip from London to Manchester what the city would be like. “There,” Dariya said suddenly, pointing to the city, “we are already at Piccadilly Station. It was not the closest station to the Christmas market, however, it would only take 18 minutes on foot. – What can we buy there? Alice announced in an catching voice. Dariya laughed.
Oh city with history, Oh city full of light, Oh city of wine! I am a witness that I could get lost in this small town, between small streets and great avenues, with houses more and more colourful and full of history through the smell of fresh paint. Porto offers a harmonious synthesis of ancient and contemporary attractions. A city with character, with personality, of friendly people and with a charming accent, of a beauty that I lack words to describe what I have in my soul.