In Ireland we realized what a place can truly say to your soul: as the empathy of place and humans works, you get the magic addiction! Ireland, in its dazzling and inspiring green, means connecting interior dots that start from “me, in the world” and end up (if end is supposed to be the proper issue) “me and my soul”. Continue Reading…
Sand and luxuriant grass hosted us barefoot, while La Sportiva boots lead me through rocks and mud. We spent some 2016 summer walking in the vibrant cliffs and beaches in Connemara, Mayo and Donegal. We got quickly used to Continue Reading…
…close to 4pm in a warm and sunny late october, no will to quit that restaurant in La Barceloneta… Continue Reading…
An early morning pilates session, isometric workout (“isos”, the perfect stillness where all the forces within your body contrast each other), then Continue Reading…
Some call it the Venice Syndrome: attractive places under perpetual hordes of mass tourism. Continue Reading…
You can’t get back home from Rome Continue Reading…
Food is one of those things in life that has to do both with necessity and pleasure. We need to eat and we love what we eat (the latter is not necessarily true to the all of us, but I’m not part of their team). Wherever the place and climate we are born, nature keeps gifting us with fish, roots, eggs, seeds and plenty of edible stuff. We feed (we should, I mean) because of what grows by the season. These days a brutal “rupture” happened, so we are almost losing the necessary balance in the way we eat (we’ll have plenty of occasions to discuss about this in other articles…).
When I was a very young boy I realized that food is about pleasure because of Parma ham, dark chocolate, stinky cheese and hand-made russian salad (it used to be the guest star of our sunday lunch). But the striking revelation happened because of my grandmother. Continue Reading…
I wrote in a previous post that my dad attended university both in Florence and in Venice; because of this he learnt to master the cooking of Continue Reading…
My dad was born in 1948 close to Vicenza, he attended the first two years at Architecture University in Florence. He met the girl that… Continue Reading…