Magic Istanbul


Music, round of drinks and 20 degrees in January: that’s not a bad welcome at all, Istanbul!

The preconditions were not that good: terrorism alert, the related worries of our beloved ones (“be careful, don’t you have another place to fly to? two girls… usually in January the forecast says snow over there”), but in the end the welcoming could not be better.


After an awesome couple of hours flight with  Turkish airlines  – nothing to do with the return flight with BA, (British Airways) that couldn’t hold a candle to it – we arrived to the only city in the world divided by two continents.

Europe and Asia live side by side in this 15 million people metropolis, in an amazing mishmash of different cultures, sounds and scents spread in every single corner of this city.

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My colourful London


I know, I know…  in London the sky is quite often grey. Pitch grey.

Since I have been living here I’ve learnt to hunt for colours everywhere, and when the Sun finally decides to come out every corner of this city reflects a different light and everything seems to be more beautiful.

Believe it or not, even in London you may find colours… Want a proof?

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My favourite London bookshops

When I walk in a bookshop I can seriously be dangerous.
It is impossible for me to get out with empty hands.
Sometimes I feel I’m addicted to “literary shopping” and since I’ve moved to London, it’s getting worse because there are so many bookshops around here.

Although I love of all them unconditionally and I still need to visit a lot of them, I would like to share with you a list of my favourite bookshops in London.
They are magical spots where I literally love to get lost in.

Seville and Portugal: obrigada!


Can’t wait to get off.
A city that doesn’t want to reveal itself, dancing alternately with the Ocean, is just pushing my well known impatient curiosity over the limits.
After many tumbling caused by the strong wind, my plane has finally landed in Lisbon and I’m one of the first ones to rush to the exit door.

Shame on me I didn’t take a pic of the silly sign my friend Giorgia was holding at the Arrivals where she was waiting for me.
We always mock each other and although we don’t live in the same country anymore, we enjoy meeting between a gate and an other every now and then.

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Ich bin eine Berlinerin


A very nice surprise.
It could be because the German language and I have never had a good feeling, and the 5 years I spent studying it were absolutely unsuccessful. Or it could be because every time I mentioned “I want to go to Berlin” the first thing I hear is “get ready as it’s freezing cold over there!”
It could be for these reasons that I had a lot of prejudices on Berlin and I never paid much attention to this city.
I was wrong.
I was absolutely wrong.

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Panamá & Puerto Viejo – Costa Rica: Pura Vida!

And there they are, staying there, dragging those luggage most of the times bigger than them.
They are walking proudly and sometimes they stumble because of the heavy weight they are carrying. But they will not look away not even for a second, as they are aware they are living one of the most special moment of their life: they are the “travelling kids”, a Minions, Frozen princesses and Star War’ warriors slow parade. Most of them are going to have their first travelling experience and they are doing that with the enthusiasm only the little ones can have.
As everyone else I’ve been one of them as well. And over the years my attitude hasn’t change much: my excitement is still the same and my eyes are lighting up when I see “Thank you, your flight has been booked” on my Mac screen and I get the adrenaline flowing  as soon I get close to a train station or to an airport. The truth is that I can’t live without travelling, every two or three months – if the money and the work allow me – I need to leave, to explore, to see…
They call it Wanderlust, a German word which includes all the symptoms I’ve listed above.
Because you could fall ill with the NEED of travel.

And so, during an evening full of messy thoughts and questions without answers I didn’t think twice before accepting an absurd and unexpected offer from Italy to travel to Panama.
I couldn’t imagine that what it was feeling like one of mine nth crazy thing I was doing it would actually become one of the most interesting experience of my life.

As my friends Vale & Carlo were keeping saying this was a journey and not a holiday, and our code word was hitch: I’ve stopped counting all the times I had to change my mind, destination and routes during my 10 days in Panama.

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