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Alessia Manzoni

Alessia Manzoni

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~whatever you choose, however many roads you travel, I hope you choose not to be a lady. I hope you’ll find some way to break the rules and make a little trouble~ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ We give ourselves rules to keep safe, to make sure we’re not left wandering in dangerous territories. Certainly that’s what I do. ✨ I’m methodical and disciplined when it comes to my rules. I know they keep me safe. They are for my own good. ✨ But I’m on this journey looking for thrill and adventure, for something that can make my soul vibrate. ✨ So maybe, just maybe, I could try and loosen up, and embrace that little trouble. ✨ #travelawesome #sheisnotlost #wearetravelgirls #darlingescapes #girlslovetravel #ladiesgoneglobal #thetravelwomen #girlsthatwander #postcardplaces #travelette #journeyofgirls #greenwichlondon #thisislondon #staycation #visitlondon #igerslondon #londonist #instalondon #londonlove #londonforyou #mylondon #mysecretlondon #londonbylondoners #mydarlinglondon #queenshouse #queenshousegreenwich #wonderlustlondon #staycay #thetravelistas #creativegalgang
~to put meaning in one's life may end in madness, but life without meaning is the torture of restlessness – it is a boat longing for the sea and yet, afraid~ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ The torture of restlessness. I used to be centred, driven and goal-oriented. And then my life changed, balance dissolved after being shouted at, confidence was abused, certainties disappeared. And the way I have been coping with what happened turned me into the person I did not want to become: someone unable to find peace in everyday, content with what life has given me. I have been moving around like a crazed pinball, trying to experience all the world in a single lifetime. This restlessness is torture. I'm trying to find my centre again, the place where a wandering heart and a grounded body can peacefully cross ways. Any tips?
~as soon as I saw you, I knew a grand adventure was about to happen~ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ I'm back from my trip in Portugal where, in just seven days, I was lucky enough to visit three cities and two coastal towns, swim in the ocean, try three different types of port wine (and drink uncountable glasses of normal wine), taste grilled octopus, take pictures in front of azulejos, get lost in cobbled Lisbon's streets. But most of all, I was lucky enough to do all this with her, @luna.ni91 . One of my best friends, the other half of my brain, my partner in crime. Portugal was a blast, but what I'll remember for ever are the laughs and adventures, getting drunk in the Bairro Alto, dancing like nobody's watching on Portuguese dancefloors – and everywhere else – the sunsets and morning hostels reviews. Solo travelling is kind of my thing, but I would not have wanted to experience Portugal any other way but with her. 👯‍♀️ #bestiestravel #creativegalgang
~there are connoisseurs of blue as there are connoisseurs of wine~ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ In Porto you can find every shade of blue ever created. From the vibrant azulejos that embellish churches and stations, to its incredible twilight skies - my favourite ever shade of blue - to the dark stormy blue of the Douro river. In Porto you can find every shade of wine as well: white, rosé, red and.. verde! #blueaesthetic
~I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere~ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ I love the life I built for myself in London. I love my job, my friends, the local pub down the road, the crazy nights out. But I also love long, lazy summers, sunlight, the smell of tanned skin, golden hair and sandals. The two things sometimes seem incompatible and that’s when I find myself dreaming of sun-drenched elsewheres. #summerchild
~be the morning in everyone’s eyes and turn their day into a thing of beauty~ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ I don't understand morning people, I have never have. Why putting your body through the shock of leaving the bed when it's still cold and dark outside instead of lingering under the sheets just a little longer? For me, waking up before 8am will always be a struggle. But it's through travel that I have discovered the magic of sunrises and of the crisp silence of the world not yet awake. In Göreme, in Cappadocia, the only way to see the hot air balloons is to wake up at 4:30am. It was cold and it was dark, but such a magical experience, even my heart was smiling. ✨ 📷 by a talented Aussie stranger who was on the same terrace that morning ✨ #morningmagic
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