Walking without a map, looking up, being surprised with every corner, with every corner that holds a story that is not yet mine, but that for a while, let me be part of it. There is something magical about arriving in a new city: everything is discovery. From the smell of coffee in a hidden square, to the murmur of a language that sounds different but feels familiar.
Curious glances, spontaneous photos, slow steps and the desire not to miss anything.

I didn't come to cross places off a list. I came to look calmly, to absorb with my senses and let myself be surprised.
And the best thing is that, without looking for it, I found moments that already feel like memories.