Un anno più tardi, aggiorno il mio diario di avventure.
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.
The second post of the series Le Ragazze Vaganti, made by Wandering Girls for Wandering Girls.
If you haven’t read the first episode yet, check it out: LE RAGAZZE VAGANTI- the series |Soňa
Sara, Italian, 27 years old and two birthdays spent in Barcelona.
I have a degree in International Economy, and I had my first real working experience in Barcelona.
I love the blue sky, a hot cup of tea with my sister, Zeno’s ice cream eaten sitting on the stairs.
I don’t like drinking tea alone, supermarket’s ice-cream and the fog.
Journeys are made of little stories we come across while on the road
that make us feel at home in the place we currently are.
As Verona wouldn’t be the same without Romeo and Juliet,
Elche wouldn’t be Elche without a couple of stories quite curious.
And in a sunny morning, in a still asleep Valencia,
the Vagante Veronica already has the backpack on her shoulders,
ready to continue her trip in the south of Comunidad Valenciana.
E in una mattina piena di luce, in una Valencia ancora addormentata,
la Vagante Veronica ha già lo zaino sulle spalle,
pronta a continuare il suo viaggio nel sud della Comunidad Valenciana.
Un piccolo e quattri grandi viaggiatori.
Tante foto, tanto sole e innumerevoli meraviglie.
La mia avventura a Valencia, ovviamente!