Memory of Reggio Emilia, Italy with Tiziano Bianchi

Whenever my heart feels full, it’s always because of someone’s kindness. It’s never about money or material things. When I think about the meaning of life, people’s kindness is the strongest reason I feel alive.

I love traveling to places where my friends live. Everywhere I go, I’m always enchanted by their unique hospitality—their own way of sharing moments. It’s fresh, unexpected, and deeply personal. I don’t like being a tourist. Instead, I want to immerse myself in the energy of the local people’s lives.

I try not to bring a camera because I want to be fully present, but it’s impossible to resist capturing all the beautiful things I see. That’s my only struggle when I travel.

Here are some pictures from my visit to Reggio Emilia, where Tiziano lives. Craftsmen there make incredible €1.5 cappuccinos, entire wheels of Parmigiano Reggiano and Prosciutto di Parma are sold right at the store entrances, and everything I eat or drink feels like heaven. Why can’t I live there?

I’ve googled how to get a visa for Italy a million times. But then I realized it wasn’t just Reggio Emilia—it was Tiziano’s hospitality that left such a lasting impression on me.