::Like everything else in life, it started with a decision. I wanted Rome. And somehow, I guess, Rome wanted me.
The place that changed it all for me. When I was here for the first time last Summer, my life was a chaotic mess and I wasn’t sure what I was doing or where I was going. But the moment I stepped on Firenze, walked the streets Leonardo did, I felt I was on the right path. Everything became very clear.
It was here in the magical Firenze where I decided that I was to move to Italy permanently.
A year ago I changed my life.
I stopped waiting for someone else to open the door or show me the way: I passed my arm between the bars and opened the cage myself. Continue reading
I just love Germany. I admire it so much. This country went through the most devastating wars -twice-. Destroyed in both of those wars and risen from the ashes, becoming the strongest economy and political power in Europe. The green is greener in Germany.
Italy essence is not only made of fabulous pasta and uplifting wine. There is something else that gives this country a special touch, a very distinctive feature: its people. Continue reading
Amsterdam was chosen as the Millennial’s #1 city. The moment you step on Amsterdam you feel the great vibe of this city. Either face you are looking at… the freaky-party side or the relaxed-chill one, you will be taken away.
From the ruins, comes life. And from both comes Rome.
Chaos and beauty. Noise and emptiness. Hoards of people and lonely travelers, like me.
I walked the city I once died for, living the exclusion and loneliness that followed me across the Ocean. I am mad at Rome. I stand at the bridge of Castel Sant’Angelo overlooking the Vatican.
I talk to her: I came here for you to fix me.
And she answered: You go places so they can fix you and finally find your track. And they can’t. That is your right and obligation. A curse and a blessing. Free will. Your responsibility.
When you see your life in ruins there is no one out there to blame. No place feels like home until we find it within ourselves.
I arrived to Brussels from Amsterdam in a (yet another) Flixbus at about 10pm. I usually try not to arrive late to a new city. But I wanted to spend the day in Amsterdam and since hostels were quite expensive for a Saturday night there, I decided to sleep over in Brussels which is 3 hours away. Continue reading
There is so much to say about this gorgeous, medieval town in Brussels. But I believe the best way to tell you about it is to let her speak for herself. Continue reading
This is my second time in my beloved Germany. But Berlin somehow doesn’t feel like Germany to me. And no wonder, this city has been built up again by two foreign, very different, countries. It is a melting pot full of cultures and people from all over the world. A Rainbow city. Continue reading