Travelling...

My first memories from a travel are those of Greece, when I was around 4. I remember the Parthenon being renovated. The burning sun in my eyes. Then Italy, near Napoli, where I learned to swim. And Spain, when I was around 10, where I tasted the most horrible water in the world and where I understood that I do not like sea fruit. I still have a leather cowboy hat from Barcelona... I've been to London, and to Roma with my Junior High School.

And I made the most beautiful travels in my life: Scotland and Scandinavia twice. I found the places where I want to be buried.

Then, I went to Toronto,Canada. And It was a great experience. When I turned 17, I went to Indianapolis and Chicago, a really cool town!