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Travel diary<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\n

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As a good explorer should, in addition to wearing good shoes and carrying a sturdy backpack, I have always had the tendency to keep small notebooks in my pocket on which to jot down all my thoughts, reflections, and curiosities regarding what I was discovering on my travels.<\/p>\n

Over time, the number of these notebooks has gradually grown, becoming a small treasure trove of memories and buried experiences on which I may one day write a novel. However, since that moment has not yet arrived, I have decided in the meantime to write a brief \"Logbook\" of my main travel and life experiences.<\/p>\n

I wish you a good read \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

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BEGINNING<\/span><\/h4>\n

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\u27a2February 2016: \"I'm quitting everything!\"<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/pre>\n
\"Mum, Dad, I've decided! I'm leaving university and going away.\"<\/p>\n
And with these words, amidst the dismay of my parents who had already envisioned a prolific banking career for me, I decided to quit everything that no longer sparked my passion.
\nIn a stroke of genius or pure madness, I decided to leave Italy without a penny and become an Au-pair (i.e. a babysitter) traveling around Europe, living with different families. First in England, then in France, and finally in Germany, subsisting mostly on fish and chips, baguettes, and sausages.<\/p>\n
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Parigi<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\u27a2 July 2016: First Camino de Santiago.<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n
After finishing this strange \"family\" experience, I realized that watching other people's children was not at all easy, and I often wondered if I would ever want to become a parent myself.
\nThen, in what felt like a mystical and identity crisis, I decided to embark on my first Camino de Santiago<\/a>, along the so-called French Way, which is actually located in Spain.<\/p>\n
With a backpack on my back, I set off from Leon in the center of the Iberian Peninsula, arriving in Finisterre after about three weeks. The sight of the ocean, in all its boundless beauty, embraced me and gave me the greatest emotion of that intense and warm summer.<\/p>\n
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\u27a2 Late 2017: Various odd jobs.<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n
Several months later, back in Italy, I did some odd jobs to survive: unloading crates of fruits or vegetables at the market, zooming around on a scooter delivering pizzas, selling sim cards and promoting various phone gadgets. Last but not least, I also taught music at a middle school, a unique experience as I have to admit that it was strange to find myself on the other side of the classroom, as a teacher.<\/p>\n
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\u27a2 July 2017: Second Pilgrimage.<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n
After finishing my temporary job as a teacher, I decided to embark on my second pilgrimage, this time in Portugal, walking across the entire country from Lisbon, passing through Coimbra and Oporto, until I reached Vigo in Spain.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Never was a summer sweeter than that one, lost along various trails but with a new compass guiding my heart.
\nEnriched by this latest experience and as if struck by lightning on the road to Damascus, upon returning to Italy, I understood that I wanted to continue living these unique adventures, this time around the world.<\/p>\n
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\u27a2 February 2018: Lufthansa<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n
And so, at the beginning of the new year, I set off on my adventure, hoping to find some opportunities that would allow me to continue traveling.
\nBeing a bit lucky, I found a job in the Czech Republic, in the charming city of Brno.
\nHere is where I have spent the last 4 and a half years of my life, working as a Quality Specialist in the Customer Service sector for Lufthansa, acquiring a deep knowledge of the aviation industry and the patience of a Shaolin monk in assisting passengers with their various requests.
\nIf someone was wondering, \"Luca, why on earth did you decide to work in such a stressful industry like air transportation?\", well, the answer would be quite simple: working for a major airline brings many benefits, among which the most advantageous is certainly being able to travel with heavily discounted tickets to any part of the world.<\/p>\n
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Lufthansa<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\u27a2 2019: First travels.<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n
Having discovered this Holy Grail of low-cost travel, I immediately took advantage of the numerous vacation periods from work to dive into solitary adventures around the globe.
\nMy first real long-distance trip that I wanted to take was to South Africa in April 2019. Once I reached the Cape of Good Hope, I prayed that this first intercontinental adventure of mine would be a good omen for my future travels. And so it was. That same year, I visited Turkey, Romania, Ukraine, the United Arab Emirates, the United States, Morocco, and Argentina in that order. Each of these trips was a unique experience, a whole new way of learning, wandering through various countries and having a lot of fun.<\/p>\n
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\u27a2 End of 2019 - Beginning of 2020: \"Around the World in 80 Days\"<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n
At the end of 2019, an email from my boss informed me that, based on my work merits, I had been selected to be sent to work in exile in the magnificent Philippines, between November and December of that year.
\n\"Not content with the opportunity to live in Asia for a while, I immediately seized the opportunity of that trip to organize my around-the-world journey, a dream I had had since I was a child.\"
\nBy combining all my work vacation days, I was able to travel to northern Thailand and the Golden Triangle before arriving in Manila.
\nDuring the two months I spent in the Philippines, I traveled far and wide, visiting dozens of fantastic islands in that part of Asia that seemed more like paradise on earth than in heaven. Later, I continued my journey passing through Australia, unfortunately devastated by fires that year, and Chile, shaken by popular uprisings, finally arriving in Argentina. Here, I took a road trip from Ushuaia in Tierra del Fuego, through the vast Patagonia with its perennial glaciers, all the way to the magnificent Iguazu Falls on the border between Paraguay and Brazil.
\nMy around the world trip<\/a> ended in January 2020 exactly 80 days after I started, just like in the famous book by Jules Verne.
\nThe stories about my around the world trip are numerous and one page wouldn't be enough to tell them all. I'll mention only a few: getting tattooed in the Philippines by Whang-od, the oldest Kalinga warrior in the world (105 years old); dislocating my shoulder while swimming with whale sharks in the middle of the Indian Ocean; being stranded for several days on the island of Coron due to a typhoon; finding myself in the middle of armed clashes between police and civilians in Santiago de Chile.<\/p>\n
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Patagonia<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n
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\u27a2 2020: Covid<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n
With the arrival of the pandemic in 2020, unfortunately, traveling remained only a dream for a while, but I never stopped thinking about it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u27a2 Second half of 2021: Let's go again!<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n
Indeed in 2021, when the world began to open up, I immediately seized the opportunity to start again, this time heading to the Dominican Republic, among the coconut palms and the smiles of children in an orphanage, and then to Canada, with its mighty nature and boundless spaces.<\/div>\n
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\u27a2 2022: Last trips<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n
With the fear of new lockdowns and driven by an uncontainable desire to explore, this year I took advantage of every opportunity I had to travel, visiting in order: Mexico<\/a>, Jordan<\/a>, Canary Island<\/a>, Armenia<\/a> e Brasil<\/a> and the western part of the United States<\/a>.<\/p>\n
At the end of October, I left my job at Lufthansa to come back to Italy and try to build a new future there.<\/p>\n
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\u27a2 January 2023: Israel<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n
After a quick yet pleasant New Year's getaway to Denmark, I decided to start the new year with a long-awaited adventure: going to Israel<\/a>,a holy and promised land to various religions, and a sadly notorious stage of bloody conflicts, I had the opportunity to observe up close the four main realities that make up the country (Jewish, Muslim, Christian, and Armenian), walking among the modern streets of Tel Aviv and the ancient alleys of Jerusalem. Despite coexisting closely with each other, they demonstrate that peaceful coexistence may be possible, but perhaps it is only an illusion.<\/p>\n
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\u27a2July 2023: Cycling South<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\"Every name is a man.\"
\"And every man is only what he is.\"
\"He will discover by chasing the distances within himself.\"<\/p>\n
\"After years of long procrastination and with the opening lines of the song 'Rotolando verso Sud' by Negrita drumming in my head, I finally decide that the time has come to embark on my first cycling adventure, exploring my roots and, above all, my country, to finally accomplish my very own Giro d'Italia (a 1000-kilometer journey across the entire Boot).\"<\/p>\n
\"The idea of getting on the bike and starting from scratch for this new adventure dates back many years ago when one summer day, while goofing around on YouTube, I stumbled upon a video by the then relatively unknown Gabriele Saluci. He was recounting, in his usual imaginative and humorous style, his first experience as a cycle tourist, starting from Turin and reaching all the way to the remote Iceland.\"<\/p>\n
\"Just a few minutes of that entertaining documentary were enough to spark in me the burning desire to replicate such wild exploits, like a valiant Don Quixote galloping on his fearless two-wheeled steed.\"<\/p>\n
\"And so, in July of this year, I found myself finally on the road, pedaling through remote bike paths and sun-drenched gravel roads, with the distinct feeling that, despite the sweat and fatigue, descent after ascent, I was getting closer, one turn after another, not only to the final destination of the journey but above all to that enormous treasure of hidden inner resources right under my nose. Because very often, it doesn't take going to the other side of the world to rediscover oneself, but just a beach to lie on, to feel free from every fear, a bit like clouds pushed by the wind.\"<\/p>\n
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\u27a2 November 2023: Ireland<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
As the year draws to a close, I seize the opportunity to embark on one last journey, one of those that had long been forgotten at the bottom of my bucket list.<\/p>\n
Taking advantage of an enticing offer from Ryanair, I swiftly board from Trieste, bound for Dublin, in search of a greenery, that of Irish meadows, which can rebalance my mind after months of frenzied work.<\/p>\n
Basing myself in the capital, I travel far and wide across this enchanted island, still shrouded in mystery, amidst myths and legends of those who swear it was once inhabited by a thousand giants, fairies, and kings.<\/p>\n
On the third day, seated on a rock, I gaze upon the steep cliffs of Moher. For a moment, I hear a song, perhaps that of a magical sprite, whose mischievous flatteries seem to want to show me the shortest path to reach the pot of gold hidden at the end of the rainbow. I snap out of it, realizing I was daydreaming, and soon recognize the familiar voice of the wind, sighing loudly from the Ocean, its inseparable playmate. It whispers forgotten words, verses from a Cranberries song (\"Oh my life is changing everyday, in every possible way\"). Whether it's a dream or reality, it matters little; I find myself smiling, grateful to see everything around me.<\/p>\n
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\u27a2  \"August 2024: Cycling North\"<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
Mischievous nostalgia!<\/p>\n
\"At mid-year, I feel a growing need for adventure within me, a final dream to realize, before time fades its contours and makes it indistinguishable from what was once so obvious, so vital.<\/p>\n
After a false start, having avoided the storm, I get on my bike, my dear travel companion, and push it north, to reach what I once considered home, a homeland where one prospers.<\/p>\n
In five days, despite a puncture and the heat, the mountain passes and the wind, I reach Brno in record time, through a hidden but beneficial Austria that allows me, not without difficulty, to reconnect with a recent past, in which reality mixes with memories, serving me an inebriating cocktail of smiles for having re-embraced people and places so full of meaning.<\/p>\n
Once the buzz wears off, the stop is brief. I set off again, no longer alone, but with my better half, who joins me aboard sturdy steeds, granting me once again this year the joy of yet another honeymoon, ever further north, ever more united.<\/p>\n
But that's another story \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
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\u27a2 Novembre 2024: Corea del Sud e Giappone<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
Just enough time to recover from my second marathon in Loch Ness, where the only monster at the end of the race was me, and in a few weeks I found myself flying across the sky again, cradled between the wings of an old companion (Lufthansa) towards that distant East that had never seemed so distant until then.<\/div>\n
How much time had passed since the last flight overseas? Two, maybe three years, but it seemed like decades, if in the meantime much of life had changed, like water that, poured from a teapot, takes on new forms depending on the container in which it is collected.<\/div>\n
It is on the second flight, from Frankfurt to Seoul, that I stop to reflect, realizing how much it costs me to move away from home and my loved ones as the years go by. I write in my diary: \"I am no longer used to these sensations, waking up early in the morning, leaving quickly, without looking back. This time it is different, because I know who is waiting for me when I return, and I, even though I have just left, am only waiting to hug her again.\"<\/div>\n
A few hours of travel and I find myself on the other side of the world, leaving behind many second thoughts along with the many, too many countries that I hope to visit one day.<\/div>\n
At first, South Korea appears to me in all its splendor, modern and sunny, and for a moment I almost forget that not far from where I am the alert is high, always vigilant against the danger that from the North, like a storm, threatens to sweep away an extremely uncertain future.<\/div>\n
Finally, after two days spent among alleys and buildings, I realize that even in the capital something is cooking, and as in a d\u00e9j\u00e0-vu, I find myself once again immersed among the people, in the middle of a crowd that however surprises me, and without any offense, peacefully demonstrates its dissent, intoning a protest song towards the one who no longer represents their president.<\/div>\n
In Japan, the air is different, and it doesn't take much for me to discover that in the same country two soul mates coexist, one Yin (more traditional) and the other Yang (modern), who despite their differences marry well together, sharing the same present, where, like Janus Bifrons, they represent the two sides of the same coin.<\/div>\n
Kyoto, the ancient capital, still shines, among the pagodas and palaces, of its imperial splendor. Tokyo, on the other hand, being an acronym for the other, contains within itself a spirit of progress that in the name of change projects me forward, towards a near future, of which I glimpse, as an old European, the indisputable advantages.<\/div>\n
Having reached the end of the journey, I set off again, counterclockwise, to return to where I was born, knowing that the eagerness to know the world has been replaced by the joy of feeling at home, surrounded by all the affection and love that just one person can give me.<\/div>\n
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\u27a2 October 2025: China<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
There aren't many adjectives to describe my latest trip to the Celestial Empire other than using the word \"Incredible\"!<\/p>\n
Certainly one of the most beautiful and fascinating trips I have ever taken, from many points of view.<\/p>\n
Looking back on the long series of events that filled my heart and spirit with joy during this Chinese stay, I can breathe a sigh of relief in saying that there is still hope. There is, in fact, a country, China, where one can often glimpse the authentic beauty of daily life, untethered (who knows for how long) from the fleeting and consumerist fads that have contaminated popular traditions and customs everywhere. Of course, here too, factories, malls, and skyscrapers are everywhere, symbols of advancing progress, proving that it's no coincidence that China has so quickly become the world's second-largest economy. Yet despite this, I still admired the kind and hospitable spirit of the Chinese people, which remains unmistakable, despite their myriad strengths and just as many flaws.<\/p>\n
Of the various cities I visited, perhaps the one that most captured my heart was Xi'an, with its mighty walls, followed closely by Beijing with its ancient hutongs and finally Shanghai, which with its immaculate avenues and glittering skyscrapers allowed me to get used to the Chinese mindset without feeling overwhelmed as soon as I landed.<\/p>\n
What I will miss about this trip:<\/p>\n
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  • The ease of payment (no cash and blessed QR code) as well as of travel in and out of cities, with crowded but clean and punctual metros, cheap taxis (Didi) and high-speed trains capable of teleporting you thousands of kilometers away in a few hours.<\/li>\n
  • Public toilets, present on every corner, are a clean lifesaver for those with sensitive bladders.<\/li>\n
  • The exquisitely spiced and colorful food can be enjoyed for just a few euros at any time of day.<\/li>\n
  • Last but not least, the billion people who make up the Chinese people, so diverse and unique. Surrounded by this multitude, I never felt unsafe, nor tired as I looked around, intrigued by their genuine openness, despite the language barrier, easily bypassed with modern translators.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n
    Who knows where this Chinese model will lead, in which individual hardships are offset by the collective well-being of an entire nation.<\/p>\n
    I leave this country with a great desire to return in the future, continuing to visit new corners of this world apart, certain that China will overcome virtually every challenge it faces so that another century of humiliation can never be repeated.<\/p>\n
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