Palm trees are one of my favourite thing to see from a window. Summer beaches, sea and coal seasides, nights spent laughing and dancing all over the world spring to mind whenever I see them.

I didn’t grow up in a palm tree friendly climate, but in a region called ‘Piemonte’, which means below mountains, where winter is pretty cold and the first beach is a two hours of traffic, stress and high costs away (beautiful spots to visit though).

I always wanted a palm trees wiev, though. I first tried the feeling of it by moving for nine months of University Studies in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, that literally mean ‘Gran Canaria’s palm trees.

I didn’t finish my University Studies, at the end. I started working to have some money on my own and, considering Italy’s economical situation back then and still now, I wasn’t relying too much on the possibilities of getting a job through University anyway.

But man, those nine Erasmus months made the University expenses, that never led me to a degree, the absolute opposite of a waste.

Living on a daily basis with young people from all over the world, blew my mind. My reality expanded and I realized just how big, intresting and filled with diversities our world is. And I was just a four hours flight away from home, still in my own continent.

I travelled with my parents when I was a kid, one among one thousand reasons why I’m grateful to them. This was a different kind of thing though.

It was living the diversities, compare them and then just laugh about them. We were young, free and just willing to enjoy this wonderful experience that life had reserved for us, with no prejudice whatsoever. In Las Palmas I started realizing that human beings are just human beings, and that we simply have various cultural backgrounds.

Food is an example of that. Which traditional dish will be served on a dinner table tells very much about the country you’re visiting. I’m the kind of person that tries a bit of everything, because I feel that eating local food gives you contact to the daily flavours of life in the foreign country you’re in.

And… I love food. I’d eat constantly, just because it’s something I like to do. Being Italian, my background is naturally influenced by a huge and deep food culture.

Friends from other nationalities would often point out that italians talk about food everytime they are eating.

We plan what to have for dinner while having lunch and we plan the next morning breakfast while having dinner. We’re kind of crazy about food, and we have sooo many traditional dishes that a life wouldn’t be enough to try them all.

So, my love for food was meant to be. And when I started, as a kid, to visit foreign countries I discovered that good food was ALMOST everywhere. Almost.

So I’ll tell about weird or special food I tried in the places I visited too; food that hit my senses so much that, when old and teller of repetitive stories, I will still mention.

And food that I wish I’ll never have to eat again.

Once my period in Las Palmas came to an end, I just couldn’t stop anymore, or neither could most of my friends that became family who shared that journey with me. I guess the travel bug bit us all.

My travelling kept going; first with many little four or five days trips around Europe during the working year and a big trip overseas during summer holidays; secondly quitting my last job in Italy, as a secretary in a Building’s Administrator Office, and packing my bags. I was  close to turn 30; Australia won’t accept your Working Holiday Visa application if you’re older than 31. I thought it was a good time to leave. And just explore.

And palm trees have been all over the many windows I’ve looked through in the past two years.

Travelling gave me incredible emotions and I just want to share them. It might be inspirational to somebody, and push him to travel more, which can do nothing but good in this stupid world we’re living in these years.

You have many beautiful stories to tell, when you travel and it’s good not to lose them.

Hope you’ll enjoy!


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