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My journey began when my father mistook marble for snow on our way from Sicily to Carrara, my first odyssey. When you get unrooted from the start, you can lose your roots forever — and for years I struggled to find my real home, until one day . . .

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Isolitudes

Solo ♥ traveller – Settembre 2013 Traveling alone means seeing differently. The glances, the gestures, the unexpected kindnesses, they reach you more directly than when you travel in company. In Çeşme, the Havas driver kept repeating his only
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SOULFUL SIPS

Our soulful experience will enfold between Riomaggiore and Manarola, from the sea to the suspended vineyards — where wine is born from what the locals call heroic viticulture. The vineyards grow on steep terraces carved into the
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Leghorn

Everybody would go, Why Leghorn? Livorno, in my memory, is tied to two unforgettable characters: two Livornesi who once filled the late‑night TV of the 1980s. She — short, stout, peroxide blonde, with a panettone of hair
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