Since my first trip to Japan, I have felt a strange sort of connection.It was the '80s and '90s: Swissair's flights to the Land of the Rising Sun allowed us to stay on the island for five days. From Tokyo, we explored the north, and some time later, with the service to Osaka, we also …
Rishikesh and the north
I once again accompanied my brother to India, to the place where he will most likely go to live in a couple of years.After seven years, I found Rishikesh little changed: less tourists for sure considering that the Internatioval Yoga Festival Parmarth Niketan this time has been moved to 9.-15.3.2025 because of the Kumbh Mela.Depending …
Iceland, the land of the old Gods * Islanda la patria degli antichi Dei
Sabato 29 luglio da Zurigo, il volo per l’Islanda è durato ca. 4 ore. Siamo arrivati nel primo pomeriggio e dopo aver ritirato l’auto a noleggio, abbiamo velocemente raggiunto l’appartamento (Home by the Sea a Keflavik) dove abbiamo passato la prima notte.Con Massimo abbiamo verificato il percorso per il giorno seguente, sulla base dell’itinerario già …
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Up to the North
For a few years I had a "plan" to visit Scandinavia with a dear friend and his oldtimer car. For various reasons, however, we did not succeed... the fate. Then suddenly the cards turned on the table and the possibility of doing this even more adventurous adventure came up again... but with both my children! …
Jordan * Giordania
The desire to escape, even if the years pass by quickly, is always extremely alive! Fortunately, I have a very understanding husband (he knew my problem with the adventure even before I got married), so it gives me great pleasure to have him by my side even though sometimes the goals are particular. Petra and …
Dove Mente e Corpo ritrovano l’Unione perfetta * Kerala South India: peace for the Soul
In questo "Paradiso degli Dei", nell’aria umida del tardo pomeriggio, ci ritroviamo a passeggiare tra le altissime palme. I ragazzi sono a qualche metro da noi, intenti a controllare ogni angolo della spiaggia sperando di trovare qualche conchiglia abbandonata dai flutti. Il sole accarezza la seta del mio pareo, con l’orlo bagnato fino ai polpacci, …
Claudine Giovannoni 