The streets are narrow, almost shy, as if they were trying to hide from the world. And yet, they open again and again—into small squares, into light, into moments that linger. In Gargano, somewhere between

Night floods every corner of our island, and it's time to explore. Many neighbors are sleeping and the brothers' shop has closed. We only have one thing left: to go to the museum. The museum is always

I love this topic as it is one that brings a lot of things rushing through my mind. First off, talking of self-care, one of the things I do starting form my mornings is to sing and appreciate God, yes.