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 and speaking new languages! Waiting for my dream to come true, I wondered about unknown worlds coming to me through the pages of the books I borrowed at the public library.
At the end, I didn’t become an air hostess, but I learnt a few foreign languages. I don’t live jumping from a flight to another, but I cannot approximate the number of planes I took so far. Growing up in an island, as I did, strongly influences the way you see the world. Sardinia’s borders were a sweet limit touched by an enchanting sea, which, nevertheless, I dreamt to cross. And that’s what I did: with the excuse of my university degree, I moved alone to Siena, Tuscany. It was the beginning of an infinite series of trips through the Mediterranean sea by plane or boat and I clocked up the miles along the Italian peninsula. I was in love with those solo trips from Sardinia to Siena: it was an all day long travel, I used to fly to Rome then I waited for a bus which should slowly take me from Tiburtina Station to Tuscany.
Identifying myself with one of my favourite mythological characters, Ulysses, I lived with patience and inspiration those little Italian Odysseys. I strongly believed that one day I would have had the chance to extend my trips: I wanted to move abroad and start travelling for real.
After graduating in Siena, I spent a wonderful simil-Erasmus in Strasbourg, France, and then I found a job in Milan. But the “adult’s world”, which I craved to enter, was costing me 8 hours a day (when I was lucky) under white neon lights, many tears shed in busy trams along via Torino and too shorts weekends. I was living in a perfect-life-shape golden cage: I had a fiancé loved by every one, a cosy apartment near Navigli, two weeks of vacation in Sardinia every August. There was a little voice inside me repeating that I was nestled in a life too tight for me. As it often happens, we are very good in pursuing our uneases to the extreme, until we realise they’ve become too big. I tried to evade from my “perfect life” traveling through Europe and Latin America (my dream land!) with my partner or with friends. When I was feeling exhausted, I liked sitting alone on a train and going back to Strasbourg. But soon I started to feel the urge of going farther, much farther, and I wanted to do it alone. That’s when my life turned upside down: I understood that the desire to escape from my life was in reality a wish to stroll off from myself and my un-satisfaction.
Then I opened my golden cage and I flew away. I kept the promise I made myself when I was a penniless student, ten years before. It’s been painful but rewarding: I had the courage of prioritising my feeling and my unease, I found a solution instead than another den. I didn’t use that ticket I bought to fly really far and I followed an improvised B-plan. My life would have started again in another country, it was decided, I felt completely determined. Crossing the Mediterranean, again, bur from the other side, I landed in Barcelona, Spain. Barcelona is the opposite of Milan, that’s why I chose it: I needed the sun, the sea, a whoosh of optimism and new trips.
My first solo trip took place one month after leaving Italy. A ticket to Seville, four days of auto-therapy during which I wanted to re-learn how to see the world through my eyes and feelings, stopping whenever I wanted to, sitting to watch the world and its stories flowing in front of me.
I finally accomplished also my wish of traveling alone outside Europe: no more Mediterranean sea as my border, but the Atlantic Ocean. Last year, in October, I traveled to Latin America and I dedicated an entire month to a slow trip through Argentina.