We’re traveling. The plane landed. We entrust the melancholy of our home to the clouds, and we prepare to dry the tears born at the thought of how much more beautiful and important we left in Italy. We feel better with the idea that sooner or later we will be back.
We’re traveling. We’re enthusiastic about our choice. We’re ready to welcome every new challenge, every new experience, every new fear, every new sunset, every new meeting.
We’re traveling. And tomorrow we restart with our bikes. Let’s start again, you and me together. And this is the only thing that really matters.
