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London is never just a destination for me. It is a feeling — familiar, grounding, quietly emotional in a way only places that hold pieces of your past can be. Returning to this city feels like stepping into a well-worn novel where every page smelled of memories, laughter, and moments that partly shaped who I am. There is a certain elegance to London — a quiet, effortless poshness in its tailored coats, polished manners, and old-world charm — yet beneath that refined exterior

There are places you visit… and places you feel. Seceda is the latter. Perched high above Val Gardena, its jagged ridgeline looks almost unreal — a dramatic sweep of limestone peaks that rise like frozen waves against the sky. Standing there feels like stepping into a painting, or a memory you didn’t know you had. This is the story of my day on Seceda — a place that made me slow down, breathe deeper, and see the mountains in a whole new way. The Journey Up: Floating into the

As an engineer, I live in a world of logic. My days are filled with problem-solving, timelines, and decisions that have to make sense. Travel, for me, started as a way to reset — a chance to shut down the part of my brain that is constantly analyzing, optimizing, measuring. But the Dolomites didn’t ask me to shut anything down. They asked me to expand. In Northern Italy, where jagged limestone peaks rip into the sky and valleys are stitched with wildflowers, I learned somethi