Three close friends on a Sicialian Roadtrip. A few summers ago, my close friends Choucri, Gautier, and I found ourselves travelling through Sicily and the Aeolian Islands, moving slowly between Lipari, Filicudi, winding coastal roads, and long hikes overlooking the sea. The days unfolded naturally.Morning coffees in small ports before ferries departed. Dusty walks under the Sicilian sun. Swimming in quiet coves. Long conversations that stretched into the evening. Sometimes s

There are certain trips that stay with you quietly. Not because of what happened, but because of how they felt. Slow mornings. Warm stone under bare feet. The sound of doors opening onto sunlit courtyards. The stillness that only arrives when there is nowhere else to be. I spent a few days in Puglia with my mum, most of them wandering through the rooms and terraces of Palazzo Daniele. We carried no plans beyond breakfast, coffee, and deciding where the light looked nicest th

There is something deeply grounding about walking through the mountains with your father. No rush. No agenda. Just the sound of footsteps against stone, the occasional silence between conversations, and the feeling that time somehow moves differently in places like these. Beneath the Matterhorn, surrounded by glaciers and endless ridgelines, we spent the day slowly wandering through Zermatt’s mountain paths. The air felt impossibly crisp, the sun warm against the skin, and t