I lived in a small village, in central Italy...it is in the mountains and far from Rome. Now that I am 29 years old, I appreciate more then ever the period when I lived there. I used to play football outside, go cycling, and whatever else teenagers do with friends. In my youth, I spent most of my time outside in the fresh air doing something, every time I came back home I was sweaty. It was a really magical and joyful period of my life. however life goes fast without waiting for anyone for any reason and so you have to always look ahead so that the future will be joyful as well.

I lived in a small village in central Italy. It is up to the mountains and far away from Rome. Now, I'm 29 years old and I appreciate more then before the moments when I lived there, I used to play football and cycling outside or wherever a teenager could do them with some friends. In my youthful moments, I spent most of my time outside in the fresh air doing something interesting, Once I came back home I was sweaty. It was a really magical and joyful moments. However, life goes fast without waiting for anyone in any reason and so you have to always look ahead and the future will be joyful as well.