Poetry

Happens throughout the early hours’ darkness. When everyone else’s asleep, drunk or making love, I crave a sacred silence. I don’t look for something to write. I don’t think about the last sunrise on the beach. All I have to do is surrender and flow. It’s a courtship with my

My 3 days in Florence (and one walking itinerary for you)

Being myself Italian, there are lots of things I can’t enjoy as much as a foreigner in Florence. However, the mouthwatering walks early in the morning when the buttery croissant pastry is still in baking mode is one of the first things that can always hit me – as if

Eight steps to happiness

1. You may need to try different things to understand what is that you really want (and who you are) At the end of 2016, I had already changed various countries and jobs putting a ‘6 months patch’ to my recurring boredom. But there I was, again, in the same

My first backpack and the Irish

‘I need to buy a backpack. I am going to Ireland’  I announced one morning to my parents at the end of the Journalism summer term. I was 18 years old. My dad paused his espresso cup halfway to his Greek looking moustache and brushed mom with a severe look. Sat

Madeira island

I spent on and off about a year and a half in Portugal. Compared to other Southern European communities, the Portuguese kind and laid back attitude is probably my favourite. Maybe it’s not a chance my last month in this country was in Madeira. Being from an island myself, I like

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