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ICHI-GO ICHI-E: THIS MOMENT WILL NEVER COME AGAIN Last week, I introduced my yogees to a Japanese concept that has deeply shaped how I...

Leaving a place we call "home" is never an easy decision. For me born and raised in Trento, a small provincial city in northern Italy moving to another country meant much more than just a geographical shift. It was a mental jolt, a reset of habits, beliefs, and reference points. In a way, I left a part of myself behind and discovered a new version of me somewhere else. In this post, I want to share the journey that led me to move to London - the expectations, doubts, disco

I couldn’t say exactly when my passion for Asia began, but I know I was very young. Maybe the first seed was planted when I watched Mulan for the first time. That Disney cartoon struck me deeply: the costumes, the temples, the mystical atmosphere… everything fascinated me. From that moment on, I had only one idea in mind: one day I would visit China.

If someone had told me years ago, back when I was a teenager, that yoga would become such an important part of my personal and professional life - I probably would have laughed out loud. And yet, here I am, sharing a story that starts in Trento, Italy, among the mountains of Trentino, and unfolds in chaotic, multicultural London, continuing to evolve. Mine is not a linear story; it’s a journey made of anxiety, discovery, obstacles, and rebirths. But most of all, it’s a path t