I think that this clicked something into me, because once I went back, I could not stand still. After a few months working in the Registry Office of my Hometown, I decided that was not the life I wanted. So I moved to London. I came back one year later, because I was tired of working in restaurants and Starbucks. Meanwhile I was accepted for an internship at the European Council in Brussels, so I spent 4 months there. Lovely city. Once it was finished, I went back to Italy. But 6 months later I was in London again. I worked in a pub for a year, than I got a job in a travel agency. My dream job. I enjoyed it for a couple of years: once a month I traveled somewhere in the UK, every 2 months I flew back home, and every 6 months I traveled abroad. I visited Morocco, Thailand, Japan, China, Jordan.

At one point I got tired of London. I missed Italy, the warmth of its people, and my family and friends. So I came back. But, once again, before I started looking for a job I wanted to take a long trip. So I went to Asia. I traveled from Hong Kong to Chennay, in South-East India, via Tibet and Nepal. It was a life-changing experience. For the people that I met and the places I visited.