As I open my laptop, I see my reflection in the screen of my little, black Toshiba. I like what I see. I like the moment that I’m in. I like the surrounding. I see a girl, a woman, happy one – one who is about to travel to the south of France. I have a blue summer shawl wrapped around my neck. It’s falling gently on a summer dress that I put on this morning. First time in my life, I chose to buy fake Converse – black ones that I’m wearing now.
I realized that the real ones are way too expensive and I could give a go to the fake version. So far, I’m not disappointed. There isn’t a Converse logo and I know that I’m not wearing original Converse, but these ones will do as well. Although, it must be pointed out that I’m still a big admirer of real Converse shoes, so I won’t quit on them that easily.
I can remember exactly what colour of Converse I was wearing when visiting a certain country. In Italy, I had brown version. In Scotland I had purple ones. In Czech Republic I was wearing blue ones. I took white ones on my Balkan trip. And I had olive version as well, and I ‘m not quite sure, but I think I went to the south of Italy wearing those.
So, here I am, wearing my black Converse, sitting in a cafe at the promenade of Split, sipping my second espresso this morning, staring at the palm trees, looking at the tourists and locals enjoying the morning, before the place gets to crowded. It’s still early. You can only hear the seagulls cawing, motor of a ferry running, the sound the cutlery produces as it hits the table in a nearby restaurant.
And I’m thinking, here I am now, wearing summer dress, sipping a macchiato, and in a two weeks’ time, I’ll be relaxing somewhere in Provence, I’ll be surrounded by a beautiful French language, and I’ll be probably wearing a summer dress as well, accompanied by fake Converse.