Hi, I’m Gabriella. When I started to write my blog, it was only for myself in order to improve my English skills, extend my vocabulary and of course, recall old memories and keep my travel experiences from all around the World on paper. And then, I had an inspiring thought and suddenly here I am publishing my blog. It is a kind of diary. I get my power from these memories. I really enjoy writing it and I hope you’ll find some interesting things or an experience that can be useful for you. Or just makes you smile.
I’m a very lucky person because I have always had the possibility to travel all around the world since I was a child. My parents worked extremely lot and hard as well, but we always had 2-3 weeks per year when we just escaped somewhere in the world to be together.
Then, I had a job that allows me to explore places I’ve never seen before. I was working as director of marketing and communication at a company that works in the attractions and amusement industry. Although I had to perform my duties in a professional manner during my work trips and it could be really hard work sometimes – just trying to smile all day and be kind, while you keeping your attention on almost everything 16 hours a day, all week, you’ll see it is – usually I had some free time to look around the city.
Travel is addictive, one of the best feelings is to wake up in a new place not knowing exactly what kind of people you are going to meet that day, what kind of adventures are on their way. So I decided to travel as much as I can and now I can because I quit my job, and all of a sudden I became a girl who is a part-time VA, a part-time blogger, a part-time online marketing manager and who knows what. But I am also a girl who is happy where she is.
“Sometimes only the feeling remains. There might be a person, a landscape, a journey that changed your life, but you can’t recall precisely how it happened. You don’t remember the exact date. You hope that no one asks you to explain the details of the story – and especially not to reveal how it ends. You start to think that you should have kept a diary or at least notes. And yet, the sensation is still there, vivid and intact.”