Un anno più tardi, aggiorno il mio diario di avventure.
A wandering Veronica has finally arrived to Lisbon.
From the Azorean green in Terceira to the colourful streets of the Portuguese capital.
Among cars, tourists, and pasteis de nata.
Leggi in italiano: Una Veronica Vagante – LISBONA, seconda tappa
“You live in your own world, but thank you for showing me that everything can work perfectly in other ways, too.”
This is one of the most beautiful things I’ve been told so far, and even I just partially agree, it’s part of what made me take the decision to take this trip.
I put together different trails for a five-days trekking alone in the Julian Alps, in the North-eastern part of Italy, next to the borders with Austria and Slovenia.
Summer is synonym to many other words.
Sun, outdoor activities, beach, sea, holiday, party, ice-cream,
but mainly music.
Among the goals I want to accomplish before turning 30, there is to take part in a music festival.
I have always thought of them as a great chance to enjoy yourself while listening to some great music, making new friends, and discovering new places.
Festivals are, indeed, the perfect opportunity to discover a new country.
And most of them are hosted in natural parks and off-the-beaten paths.
Are you curious to read what are the 10 festivals I choose for you?
These are my ultimate destinations to European music festivals for the upcoming summer:
- Bilbao BBK live (Spain): their line-up is quite impressive, with Florence and the Machine on the very beginning, and other amazing artists such as The XX, The Chemical Brothers, and many others.
The BBK live is set in the outskirt of the city of Bilbao, on the green area of mount Kobeta (Kobetamendi in the local language, Euskera).
Did you know that its logo are two mountains?
Every time I catch a bus, a train, a plane or even just put on my shoes,
that’s when I start my adventure.
And you know, adventure are made of a small quantity of planning, and a lot of changes;
many many photos, some new food, and new stories to tell.
I did it in Elche last summer, as I have been doing for all my life.
But this time, in Barcelona, I realized that every city I go to
actually means something more to me.
Something that is not related to a monument nor a person.
You know when you get back to your room and you are so tired that your mind goes wherever it wants?
Well, that is the moment when I think I have the greatest connection to myself.
I simply feel what I feel, I don’t have any restriction nor obligation,
and I usually am capable of using that moment to reflect.
In Barcelona, I came with the conclusion that everything happens for a reason.
Every city has some magic when you wander in its streets.
But, because of different factors, it can be challenging appreciating some of them.
And what is the reason why we love others?
Visiting a city means, to me, to explore it inch by inch and to walk around as much as possible.
Liking a city, on the other hand, means to love its streets, its colours…
This is the part of Marseille that gained a special place among all the other trips. Continua a leggere “Marseille | street and art in 10 photos”