Landed. 2 a.m. Local language: Arabic. No phone. No internet. What could possibly go wrong?
A few days before my arrival in Gran Canaria, the phone rings.
I got my warning, but I underestimated those words.
Before you dive into the chaotic thoughts my fingers type at random moments, I have to warn you.
This website was originally meant to be only in Italian—my native language.
The idea of writing these stories first came to me a few years ago when I moved to the Seychelles and wanted to share my adventures with my family and close friends in Italy.
When I finally started working on this project, I told my friends around the world about it. They were incredibly supportive and couldn’t wait to check it out.
There was just one small problem.
“Well… it will be in Italian.”
There was an easy and quick solution: Google Translate (ChatGPT wasn’t around yet).
As advanced as translation tools have become, I couldn’t stand the thought of my carefully chosen words being copied and pasted on a soulless machine—one that might flatten some nuances or specific references.
So, here it is: the English version of the website. Personally translated.
Now, I do have a degree in Interpreting and Translation Studies, but I usually translate into Italian and write in Italian.
Which brings me to this disclaimer:
If the sight of misspelled words, questionable verb choices, or bizarre expressions clearly influenced by Italian might cause you distress, I strongly advise you to turn back now.
But if you’re willing to take the risk—if your adventurous spirit can withstand a few linguistic oddities—who am I to stop you?
And all that’s left for me to do is welcome you and wish you a pleasant stay!
