Guess which European city this is

This is a contest for my readers outside Europe.
Guess in which city I took these photos just for you, few days ago :)

I still regret that I don't have children and I know I always will. But this is one of the silver linings of my childlessness: going on plenty business trips. I don't have enough money to travel often, so it is just lovely to see a bit of the world while working.

Unfortunately not

I went out for a drink after business event with 10 colleagues from other companies. We were chatting, drinking beer, laughing. In the meantime I had time to talk to a colleague sitting closest to me. I didn't know him well before. I learnt that his first child will be born in January. He was so proud and happy when he was talking about it.

I think it was the first time ever that the news like that didn't hurt. Perhaps it is because I am at that age that I don't long for having a baby. I long for a teenage child of my own. I still daydream sometimes what would be our life like if I could have a child easily - our first child would be already 12 now!

The colleague started to describe their awesome honeymoon so I described ours, 13 years ago, 10,000 kilometers made with Northern American Rail Pass, across Canada & USA.

He asked: "So, you have been married for 13 years?".
Me: "Yes."
He: "Do you have any children?"
Me: "Unfortunately not."

His eyes widened, in a second he grasped the meaning of my answer and he softly switched the conversation to a safe neutral topic. I was really thankful for that. Not many people have intelligence and kindness to do this as gently as this colleague did.

I wish him and his family all the best for the future.

Guest bloggers needed

I know that there are many of you, reading my blog. It would be lovely if we could read  your thoughts on living childless after infertility. 

So far I have had only one guest blogger, Elaine and I just loved her post:
http://thenext15000days.blogspot.si/2016/06/on-hope-written-by-elaine.html

If you decide to be my guest blogger, send me a post to: klara.soncek (at) gmail.com

I promise that I will never reveal your email, name nor anything else to anybody.



PS: on the photo: Perito Moreno, Argentina, photo taken in 2006. In the hard days of our infertility journey the travelling was a great way to heal. Whenever we came back - it was still hard and painful. But at least, we had 1 month of complete break from the constant sadness while travelling.
BTW: Argentina is a beautiful country to travel. My husband and I both hope that we will visit it one day again. 

Belissima Italia

I am back! It was lovely to be able to escape office work for few days. 

I worked hard and yet I found some time to take some beautiful photos for you. Photos were taken in the region north and north-east of Venice.

Cup of coffee

http://edition.cnn.com/2016/11/17/travel/slovenia-travel-guide/

I loved this article.

So, who is coming next to have a cup of coffee with me :)

Give every day the chance

 

I saw this quote while walking to work and it made my day. 

Wishing you all a lovely week! Mine will including packing bags again and travelling to another country for work (just a note: 4 different countries that speak 4 different languages are only 1 hour driving from my home; it's an advantage of living in a tiny country).

From the same country

I saw so many witty posts on FB today. Like:
"I don't want to boast, but my girlfriend / my wife /... is from the same country as American new First Lady."

And you can say:
"One of my favourite bloggers is from the same country as American new First Lady."

:)

Amiga del alma

I like to visit the cemetery in the evening of the All Saints' Day, 1st November, to see all the lights and lit some candles for my ancestors.

Somehow this holiday always makes me feel blue. Who will be there to lit a candle for me? The thought of my tomb without any candle is just depressing. So I will stick to the decision I have already made - I want to be ashes in the wind, but hopefully not in the next 4 decades.

Walking among the tombs I thought of my friend Maria, whose tomb I've never had a chance to visit. I thought of the nice moments that I spent with her. I remembered how deeply I was touched when I read an article about her in a local newspaper, written by her husband. I was mentioned there.. as "amiga del alma de Eslovenia". A friend of the soul, how beautiful.

That's what matters, having true and deep connections, not number of candles someday in a distant future.