A moveable feast

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Nothing compares to Paris. Nothing compares to its narrow streets and quaint corners. Nothing compares to evening strolls along the Seine and morning scoutings at Le musée d’Orsay. Nothing compares to Saint-Germain-des-Prés cafés  and Montmartre vineyards. Nothing compares to Claude Brasseur, Anna Karina and Sami Frey while running through the Louvre. Nothing compares to Canal Saint-Martin. Nothing compares to Amélie that skips stones at the locks of it. Nothing compares to that unique smell in the air. Nothing compares to the bouquinistes and jazz musicians. Nothing compares to Shakespeare and Co., Odette, Le Marais and Place des Vosges. Nothing compares to the city of light, the city of art. Nothing compares to Paris.

96 hours in Prague

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It may seem incredible, but summertime is running out here in Italy, so what’s the best way to wrap up these last couple of boiling hot weeks? a travel blog post obviously! Two weeks ago, I found myself sitting on a plane from Milan to Prague surrounded by the most adorable and lovely people who, unfortunately, I didn’t get to see for almost an entire year. Spending some time with my family was thus way more important and gratifying than strolling the city, visiting every single museum in town and walking nonstop from sunup to sundown, as I usually do while abroad. In the end, I think I managed to do both by conciliating my thirst for adventure with the slow rhythm of a chilling getaway.

Prague stole my heart, with its gothic architecture and gloomy atmosphere. Walking through the city’s cobbled streets, a tourist might have the perennial sensation to be fallen into a time loop, as every single building reminds you of glorious past times. We were lucky enough to find an AirBnb gem in the city centre, situated three minutes walking from the Old Town Square, a must for everyone in town.

Anyhow, here are some of my favourite restaurants, cafès and shops in town, useful (I hope) for those of you who have been planning a trip to the Czech capital.

Cukrkavalimonada (restaurant), Lokàl (wine bar), Maitrea (restaurant), Bakeshop Praha (bakery), Indian Jewel (restaurant), Kolkovna (restaurant), Kubista (shopping).

While at home

Gloomy afternoons spent indoors are absolutely the best, especially when they involve warm tea, relaxing music and the company of a good book.

Shades of pink

Back from Prague and I just couldn’t avoid sharing with you all a few of the pictures I took during my recent getaway. Boiling hot temperatures aside, I had a wonderful time strolling narrow streets painted in charming pastel colours and sipping iced coffee. Anyhow, a blog post featuring some of my favourite spots, restaurants and shops in the Czech capital will be up very soon, so make sure you won’t miss it!

A farewell to Sweden

Time: a measure commonly defined as “the indefinite continued progress of events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole”, expressed in years, months, weeks, hours, seconds. 315 days, 8 hours, 31 minutes and 29 seconds have passed since my first day away from home, away from my securities and certainties, on the verge of redefining my complete being. We do think of foreign places, unknown realities, as something extremely mystic and exotic, spots where, in loneliness, we can lose ourselves to finally find the true essence of our tangible nature. I was able to find mine, able to make up my artificial paradise, lucky enough to wring out the best from every single millisecond of my new life abroad. But Time was constantly there, ticking hands moving too fast on the watch-face, reckless sand grains flowing down into the neck of the hourglass; moments that will never come back, unique sensations lived once and only once. We thus learn how to respect Time, to make the best out of it, to purely enjoy our usual grind, as little surprises are always round the corner.

John Steinbeck once wrote: “A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.” Words I could not agree more with. I did not pick Sweden, Sweden picked me; a trip came quite unexpected, an outstanding good fortune which has thoroughly marked my life view in the remote depths of my soul. We are growing beings, all characterized by an unbridgeable thirst for knowledge, driven by an earnest desire for adventure. Leaving home we look up, perhaps for the very first time in our life, and in looking up we do truly grasp the reality which surrounds us, that same reality which had constituted the cocoon-like environment of our previous existence. We look up, we establish a link with the ones who surround us, we act as empathetic beings, as real human beings.

Lots have changed during these ten long months. People, places, memories and emotions have struck and shaken every single nerve and fiber of the real me, carving lairs into my heart. I got to know marvelous people, who have made me feel at home since the very first day of my brand new Swedish life, standing by me in bright and bleak sides. I say goodbye to Sweden today, still looking forward to a billion new adventures which await me.