I have always loved stations and in Milan there was the sapid squalor of continental extremes. Oil stains, CDs on a wool blanket. While I was …
Silvia’s story
I travel alone because I travel slow and social. Because I love to be able to decide to join the guys met in the hostel, who are going out, at the …
Federica’s story
My passion for traveling dates back to that day in which I attended my first English lesson when I was six years old. Yes, because it was probably the …
Sara’s story
I define myself as a day-dreamy person, always engaged in thousands of reasonings and thoughts that never keep my feet on the ground. A ground which …
Şölen’s story
When I was a little girl, I used to hold the atlas on my lap and stare it for long hours to the geographical descriptions of cities, mountains, …
Giulia’s Story
When I was I child I wanted to become an air hostess. I hadn’t been on a plane yet, but I was already so attracted by the idea of traveling the world …
Valentina’s story
When you grow up in a small town of the province, with a passion for foreign languages and literature, the desire to leave raises a strong, …
Annamarias’s story
My name is Anna Maria and I come from the province of Treviso. For nearly 10 years working in Zanzibar, an island off Tanzania, tourism and I manage a …
Elena’s story
I have always traveled, ever since I remember. I first traveled through books and my imagination, thought trasportandomi with other countries and …
Erika’s story
It is not easy to say when it started my passion for travel, I think I've always been. I remember when my parents took me around the mountains with …
