A small accomodation between Lagos and Portimao. The fresh morning ocean breeze, the warming sun and the green nature. 

When Portugal stands for Paradise. 

Relaxing, surfing, snorkling, horse riding, hiking. Seafood and wines. Extremelly gentle people that never smile, a typical sign of portugueses. 

The more I visit this country, the more I love it.



Fear of loneliness


I was in Taipei, finally I was walking the streets of Taiwan. Finally I could see those famous temples. And there I was taking a picture of this beautiful dragon’s smoke.

Then a dog barked in the temple.

Cats yes, but dog no. I never saw dogs in a temple, the best friend of men is not allowed.
But he was there and his voice was subtle. It was not a strong bark, it was like a prayer.

I turned around and started looking at the crowed. Most of the people were trowing jiaobei on the floor hoping to change their destiny and wishing for a favourable response. Some where lighting incense, others burning prayers.  A group of women were posing flowers on an altar and a young couple taking a picture near a statue.

And, sitting on a step, she was.

Alone, in the middle of the crowd, holding her dog in her arms.

An old woman, with white hair, with her dog on her lap. She looked poor and her eyes were sweet. Our sights crossed, I smiled and bowed my head. She returned me the sweetest of smiles. Nobody was seeing her? Or probably nobody wanted to see her.

In Asia I hardly ever saw people having a dog. There are cases but it’s quite uncommon compared to Europe, above all is quite uncommon in older generations. But she was different, she loved a dog.

I stepped aside behind a column and watched her pray with her dog on her lap.
She wasn’t there praying for herself and she was probably the only one in the whole temple really praying. And she was praying for the men’s best friend that filled her life with love. For that furry creature that barked away loneliness from her life.

My eyes were full of tears.
I went to the young couple taking selfies with a stick and asked them for an incense to burn. They looked at me thinking “what a weirdo”.

Then I went in front of the statue of a Buddha and I lit that stick and wished for the women and the dog to find peace. I wished that she were never again to fear loneliness like today.
I wished that the spirit of my grandmother and my grandmother’s dog would visit her in a dream to bring her and her dog peace.

Then I looked for one last time at that women and her dog. They were spreading love to each other from their eyes. Their mutual affection was pure. They were each others’ best friend and I hope they will never fear loneliness again.

We as humans, receive more love from dogs.
We call dogs our best friends because we forgot how to be the best friend to each other.

I left the temple.

Bring me home!

Walking down a road in Valencia, after having had a cup of the famous “agua” and pointing towards the fresh market of the city. This is when I cam across this shop where everything was made in different types of wicke and bamboo.


I could not stop staring at the chairs.

Bring me home!

The whole store was looking like a childhood dream. They were calling me and telling me to bring them home and placing them near my window in the living room.

At that time, I had a flashback and saw the face of my mom when I was a difficult child complaining to have it all.

Cordoba’s heat

It was summer and we were far from each other. Thinking of each other from two extreme points in Europe. And there we met, in Cordoba, Andalucia.


In the summer the city gets too bright and too warm. The light blinds the tourists and put the locals too sleep but if you are tempted for an afternoon walk, there is a fresh corner of peace where the heat cannot win.

This is the Casa Andalusi where visitors can also enjoy a cup of tea in the Moroccan style Salon de Te’. This place is a vision of what Cordoba may have been in the past, when the Mosque was still doing its original function.

Childhood lighthouse

Some places are not only beautiful but also special. They represent a special moment in our lives.

This lighthouse is located in Bibione, near Venice. It was my mom who took me there for the first time on the summer we went there on holiday.

Giulia, wake up. We are going to watch the sun rise.

On a sunny day


On a sunny day, this is how Ireland can look like.
This picture was taken in Glenade Lough. The area of Sligo is definitely the best place you can go for a weekend in this amazing green country.

When I came here, a german friend of mine was driving. This post is a way to tell her thank you. Thanks a mill for bringing me here and for making me realise how beautiful Ireland is.