Un anno più tardi, aggiorno il mio diario di avventure.
A wandering Veronica has finally arrived to Lisbon.
From the Azorean green in Terceira to the colourful streets of the Portuguese capital.
Among cars, tourists, and pasteis de nata.
Leggi in italiano: Una Veronica Vagante – LISBONA, seconda tappa
Every city has some magic when you wander in its streets.
But, because of different factors, it can be challenging appreciating some of them.
And what is the reason why we love others?
Visiting a city means, to me, to explore it inch by inch and to walk around as much as possible.
Liking a city, on the other hand, means to love its streets, its colours…
This is the part of Marseille that gained a special place among all the other trips. Continua a leggere “Marseille | street and art in 10 photos”
The second post of the series Le Ragazze Vaganti, made by Wandering Girls for Wandering Girls.
If you haven’t read the first episode yet, check it out: LE RAGAZZE VAGANTI- the series |Soňa
Sara, Italian, 27 years old and two birthdays spent in Barcelona.
I have a degree in International Economy, and I had my first real working experience in Barcelona.
I love the blue sky, a hot cup of tea with my sister, Zeno’s ice cream eaten sitting on the stairs.
I don’t like drinking tea alone, supermarket’s ice-cream and the fog.
The dream of every traveler is to explore each city so well that you can live it like a local.
But for different reasons, you often end up adapting your desire to the obligations and time.
So, between a book and some notes, I succeeded in making a battle plan in order to see the most of Marseille in the thirty-six hours ca I had available.
It all starts with a question.
What does inspire you?
In a world in which we have access to tons of information and many other opportunities, we are still looking for inspiration.
Inspiration about what to wear, inspiration about where to go, but, above all, inspiration about how to be.
We let decisions pass us by,
till the moment when we suddenly know.
Knowing what you want in life doesn’t happen overnight, it’s not a rational choice, and it hits you right in the stomach.
This series is dedicated to us,
to us, that don’t know in which direction our train is going,
and to us that we only care about wandering.
And in a sunny morning, in a still asleep Valencia,
the Vagante Veronica already has the backpack on her shoulders,
ready to continue her trip in the south of Comunidad Valenciana.