Casa Robino

I wrote this article, which I originally posted on my blog (www.andrewgubb.com), to remember Aris. It's not just grieving; it's recalling all the experiences we had together and the lessons she taught me. I intend this to be an engaging biographical story as much as anything else, and to honour her memory.

To save getting nitpicky I'll opt just to copy and paste without editing to adapt it to this audience. Yes, the blog I talk about in the first paragraph is this one. I hope you enjoy.

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Sitting outside a petrol station 60km from Verona, 30km after Trieste, at 530am. Hitching today was crazy. How does it happen that people and events just bring you to places that you never thought of arriving before?

I was picked up by a Dutch guy just before Nuerenberg and 9 hours later we are here in Italy, just 250 km away from my end-destination, but through a totally different route than planned before? And without the planned stop-over in Munich, the city we passed, the city I was unable to enter.

"I am really happy to leave this terrible weather and go far away." -- Aris in the offline guestbook, 22nd of November.

Aris in Quiberon

Aris. We can still see her sitting on the back-porch, smiling, overwhelming everyone with her smile. Full of joy and perception. She understood the art of perceiving, of traveling; the art of hitchhiking and the art of balancing. Aris was a wonderful young girl with an amazing potential. She was very remarkable with a great sense of direction, depth, and dedication.

Aris in Quiberon

Aris in Quiberon

Crew of Migrobirdo, a group of young people, which is travelling from Germany to other countries, cultures and societies with a sailing-boat.

its gonna be hard winter and Aris is going to the south to deal with french keyboards which she hates so much.

WAS THAT ME?