I love Emilia. A region that smells like balsamic vinegar, Parmisan cheese, mortadella and authenticity. I love Emilian people too. Their hospitality and their inborn frankness. Emilians choose the efficency, the practicality, they are pragmatic souls, but they use their…
Coming back to Rome it looks like coming back home. And then, when you leave Rome, you miss it. I miss red pizzas at the Campo dei Fiori bakery I miss the thousand of fountains, visiting a church and finding…
In summer i dream of the mountain and in winter i look for the sea. During a so strange year like this one , i dream with open eyes and i hope that all of us we could come back…