It feels like breaking up with somebody you loved, but you know love is not enough so there is no point in going further in the relationship. It has been five years since I moved to London. I remember that evening very well, heavy backpack on my shoulders and being hosted by this guy I […]Read More This is a Love letter, London.
I wasn’t really thinking about it but I felt some pressure, a year before turning 30. Not sure why it happened but I think it was because of what I thought people would expect from me and maybe it was also related to me looking at my friends and see them almost all married/with kids. […]Read More 30 things I have learned in my first 30 years.
Wedding season is long started. I was lucky enough to have no weddings to attend last year, but things went a bit crazy this year leaving me with 4 weddings to attend! Don’t get me wrong, I am so happy for all my friends that are getting married – but of course this involves travelling, finding […]Read More Geneva and the French Wedding!
When last March I was relaxing on a Thai beach, I quickly realised how a March holiday is vital. Especially if you live in London, where the sun shines.. never. Ok fine, it’s sunny sometimes. So when my friend and I had to book a holiday together, we only had two main concerns: is there […]Read More A week in Fuerteventura!
Mi chiedo se tu abbia avuto paura. Poi penso a come ti conoscevo, sempre sorridente, sempre pronto ad affrontare quello che la vita ti buttava addosso. In questi tanti anni di amicizia so per certo che hai vissuto, hai amato e hai fatto quello che più ti piaceva fare: viaggiare. Ne abbiamo passate tante insieme […]Read More Buon viaggio, Fed.
On a normal 17th of September 2012, I was on a plane heading to London thinking that after 6 months I would have been back home again. And here I am, 4 years later in my London living room. Who would have thought? If I think back, I see myself with short hair moving around […]Read More 4 years and counting.
Theatres have always been magical to me. I used to spend a lot of time at our Teatro Verdi in Trieste when I was a kid. My dad used to be the masseur of the ballet company and he always had tickets for us, but the best part was when he took me backstage and […]Read More My first musical in London and other stories.