My way or the highway

Frank Sinatra knows exactly how to make an evening inspiring and pleasant. Just listen to him and you will see ;) Frank rocks Today I would like to share with you few of the moments from 2015, that were simply amazing. And I'm gonna do this with this few pictures and memories that stick to them, and will forever warm my heart. To be clear, I'm not doing it to show you how super-duper my life was/is. I am actually doing for myself to remember about it. After all, it's so easy to forget that life is what we make of it (Coehlo would be so proud of me...;)) But seriously, I want to remember myself that I should be constantly grateful because I'm constantly blessed with the greatest gifts of: friendship, open mind and tireless spirit that is still young (although body is getting old way too fast...)   Yes, despite the few very, very dark moments it was a good year, not only for a small town girl like me... I wanna thank all of my friends for being with me whe

  Duomo, Milan No matter if you have ever heard about Giorgio Vasari your vision on art and history is probably strongly infuenced by this Florentine man born more than 500 years ago in Arezzo. I have found it very amusing to put his name right next to the picture of the Milan Duomo. If you wonder why...continue reading ;)  Giorgio Vasari was an architect and painter working for Medici family, but above all he was the first art historian. His work titled: "Lives of the Most Excellent Painters, Sculptors, and Architects" had an enormous impact not only on the artists and those particulary interested in art but for many others. Thanks to him, we use the word "gallery" in reference to the place where we go to see works of art. He was the man who first used the term "Renaissance" in print, as an indication of the new era - the era where art is being born again after dark centuries of the Middle Ages. Last but not least, he also made up the ter

Ray Charles standard came into my head while I was heading to Rome few days ago and immediately made me think about those happy hours I shared once with the Eternal City. To be honest I have always felt a kind of indimidated by this place. Rome's history, architectural momentum , accumulation of styles and works of art; even the city's size, speed and noise have always made me feel small and insignificant.  The massive crowds of people, including countless tourists from all over the world are overflowing the ancient streets from down to dusk. All year round. The list of monuments worth seeing has no end - antique columns side by side with Renaissance domes, everything adorned with sculptures, paintings, frescoes and mosaics made by the greatest artists in history of this world. The visit in Vatican Museums can make you feel dizzy with the volume and caliber of collected there works of art, not to mention the ornamentation of the museum itself. The

  Genova, summer 2015 When I think about regrets  (and I think about them each year, around my birthday, when I start to freak out about the time that is passing by so quickly ) I always have in mind the saying, that people tend to regret the things they didn’t do, not the ones they have actually done.  Personally, I find this statement true, I could name only few of my regrets and most of them concern the things I haven’t done. What is funny (or maybe very, very sad) I didn't  do this things due to: insecurity, anxiety, perfectionism and laziness. So basically this are the main components of my failures. Those regret-makers made me resign of many opportunities I had during my university years, like travelling, volunteering and taking an awesome gap year known in the good old days as the Grand Tour.     I came across the idea of the Grand Tour when I was studying to my high school certificate. I remember I was fascinated by the idea of a long trip to the