My travels: Goris, Armenia. Where the time stopped.

Onto the first travel, down the southern Armenian path, up the mountains…
Let me take you down, cause I am going to strawberry fields… or rather, pear gardens.

This is my very first impression of the town of Goris in the south of Armenia… Golden honey-like sweetness: pears handed to us through metal fences, still warm either from the hot Caucasus sun, or human hands holding them gently…

Love Letter to a Friend: the beginning

There is nothing sweeter in this world than good friends. I have been inspired to write those words today as I listened to an interview given by one of most influential souls I have ever “encountered”, the person I never met face to face and possibly never will – yet he plays a great inspirational role in…

My travels: Alps from above

You know what I like to imagine when flying over the Alps from Italy to Germany? The Roman Empire. It is amazing to think that people of this culture, which still echos throughout our world, Europe but also far and wide, were once going north and looking up on those majestic rocks covered with snow,…