My way or the highway

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