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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A perfect weekend in Dublin



Bring together two friends who, due to a relocation, haven’t seen each other lately – but each and every time they do, it’s party! – put them in a welcoming city with a rare sunshine which makes it even more beautiful and you will have the perfect weekend.

I’ve finally decided to visit Emy, a precious friend with whom I shared almost everything for a year, house included. Now she lives in Dublin, a city that was on my “compulsory places to visit” list since too long.
I couldn’t have made a better choice.


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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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Paris mon amour – The Girls weekend


This was the one very special trip.
More special than all the others.
Not only because the four of us were reunited once again.
Little, big secrets kept hidden through our smiles and our conspiratorial glimpses.

I do strongly believe that a trip with your childhood friends it’s a kind of blessing that life can give you as a gift.
And if the destination is one of your favourite cities, well… les jeux sont faits! 


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Costa de la Luz – Defi Tour n°1

A chilled beer, a wrong person who’s waiting for you in the other room and a London-Malaga flight to book in 5 minutes and in connection with the Milan-Malaga your trusted Tour Operator just booked.                      
All followed with: a last second packing, a sunrise leaving to Stansted airport (
damn, I hate it!) with a 20 minutes sleep and the embarassing shout & tears of joy when you meet your beloved friend between one gate and the other at Malaga airport.

Let the adventure start!

Me from London, my silly friend Jo from Milan caught up at Malaga to meet the third travel buddy: the inseparable Polo Volkswagen – AKA Pina –that drove us around for kilometres and that had been a perfect traveling closet in a pinch.
After the introductions with Pina, despite the hot weather and the zero hours of sleep we started straightaway to drive to Tarifa, our first stop.
Known as the wind city, Tarifa is the southermost point of the European continent. It’s just 14 kilometres away from Morocco and it is considerated the joining link between European and African culture.                  
As soon as we arrived at our hard to find agritourism we ran to the beach for our first Spanish sunset and for our first walk in the middlepoint of Mediterranean Sea and Atlantic Ocean, with Africa in front of us.

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