A London Love Affair: My Enchanting Days with "Amore Hamburgo"
In the spring of 2018, my life took an unexpected, magical turn during my time in London. My name is Bruna Satinni, and I was about to embark on an adventure that would forever change my perception of romance and companionship.
It all began on a sparkling evening, the city lights twinkling outside my hotel window. That night, I met a remarkable German gentleman from Hamburg—elegant, refined, and with the kind of old-world manners that seem to belong to another era. He was 54, with a gentle smile and eyes that sparkled with kindness and intelligence. We spent the evening listening to music, sipping champagne, and sharing stories until the early hours. The connection was instant, the chemistry undeniable.
The next morning, as the golden sunlight filtered through the curtains, he surprised me with an unusual invitation: “Would you spend a week with me here in London?” he asked, his voice both hopeful and sincere. He was staying at a luxurious hotel overlooking Hyde Park in Knightsbridge, and the idea of an extended escape together felt like something out of a dream.
His delicate gestures and impeccable behavior made it easy for me to say yes. That very afternoon, he whisked me away to Harrods, where he bought me my very first pair of Christian Louboutin shoes—red soles gleaming, a symbol of a fairytale come true. He insisted on spoiling me with other exclusive designer gifts, making me feel like a princess living her most enchanting day.
A Toast to Romance
One of the most unforgettable moments happened right in front of Harrods. After our shopping spree, he surprised me yet again. With a flourish, he produced a chilled bottle of champagne and two elegant crystal flutes. There, amidst the buzz of Knightsbridge and the iconic glow of Harrods’ golden lights, we toasted to our newfound connection.
The world seemed to pause as we clinked our glasses, laughter and sparkling champagne bubbles mingling in the London air. The table before us was adorned with delicious canapés, golden confetti, and festive treats, making the moment feel like a private celebration of our story. In that magical instant, I felt like the most admired and beautiful woman in the world.
Every day of that week, he found new ways to make me feel special. We dined in the city’s finest restaurants, savoring exquisite cuisine and sharing laughter over candlelight. Each evening was a celebration of romance—walks through Hyde Park at dusk, hands entwined, dreams whispered beneath the London sky.
But what truly made this time unforgettable was how he made me feel. Every second by his side, I felt like the most admired and beautiful woman in the world. He never missed a chance to tell me how elegant, beautiful, sensual, and incredibly intelligent I was. We could talk about anything—our conversations flowed effortlessly, from the most trivial to the most profound subjects. His admiration was genuine, and it made me feel so special, so seen.
When our week in London drew to a close, he invited me to join him on a road trip to Hamburg. As we drove through the picturesque countryside, I realized that our story was only just beginning. Hamburg became the backdrop for our blossoming love, a city where I discovered the true meaning of partnership, admiration, and respect.
Our adventure together lasted a year—a year filled with unforgettable journeys. We explored the sun-drenched islands of Santorini and Mykonos, sailed along the Croatian coast, wandered the rolling hills of Tuscany, and reveled in the romance of France and Germany. Each destination was a new chapter in our story, each moment more magical than the last. Our travels together created memories that I will cherish forever.
Though our adventure eventually came to an end, I cherish every memory. “Amore Hamburgo,” as I’ll call him, showed me what it means to be cherished, respected, and truly loved. I wish every woman could experience the kind of devotion and tenderness he gave me.
Looking back, I know that these were some of the best days of my life—days when I felt like a princess, and love was as real and dazzling as the London lights.
My love story for St Valentine’s
Despite my feelings, I must remained professional and never expressed my emotions to him.
However, I couldn't help but dream about him, as he possessed qualities that I found attractive.
Then he said can meet you on your birthday?
He inquired make me so happy, I could believe it.
I went back to Barcelona and never saw Mr G again.
After that encounter, I never saw him again until February 2024 when he called her.
