I stopped by MHOPS on opening night mostly out of curiosity. I already spend a lot of time at MOG, usually working remotely while rotating between coffee, meals, and the occasional drink. It is one of the few places in Genoa where you can settle in for hours and still have access to proper food and good coffee without needing to move every thirty minutes.
My wife and I were staying in Santo Stefano Lodigiano for a couple of weeks, as I had a handful of cities I wanted to check out that were reachable from the country house we had found for ourselves and the dogs.
Every September, Recco turns into something different. Bells echo through the hills, cannons shake the air, colored smoke rises from the riverbed, fireworks sparkle in the night sky, and the streets fill with the tantalizing smell of food. This is the Sagra del Fuoco, the feast of the Madonna del Suffragio.
This past Saturday I attended the third edition of Civ…ediamo a Recco che sfila 2025, a local runway event that puts the spotlight on the creative talents of small businesses right here in Recco, Italy.
The first time my wife and I went to Stella Maris, she was just two weeks away from giving birth to our daughter. The colors, the music, the glowing candles bobbing across the water, and those bright red flares people lit up at the base of the Basilica to illuminate it, it was beautiful.
When you live in Italy long enough, certain places start to weave themselves into your life. Not the big, flashy names—the ones that fill postcards and guidebooks—but the ones you slip into naturally, almost without thinking. Pavia is one of those places for me.
I spent an afternoon in Genova checking out two of its best viewpoints. My goal was pretty straightforward—get two great shots from overlooks across town.
I had my Canon R5 Mark II on my chest with the Canon RF 15-35 f2.8mm, my 5D Mark IV with the Canon 70-200mm f2.8 MK III lens on my hip, and honestly, more gear than I probably needed—but hey, that’s travel photography for you.
I recently decided to challenge myself with a hike through one of my favorite stretches of Liguria, Italy. The twist was that I could only take photographs using the first camera I ever bought- the Canon Rebel XTI from 2006, complete with its original 18-55mm kit lens, and absolutely no editing allowed afterward.
Trento is one of those cities that I visited as a part of my year-long adventure in trying to find a place for my wife and I to move to after we got married and wanted to start a family. I had never been. From a bit of research, it looked very promising as a possible candidate for a place to move to.
I remember the first time I saw the Colosseum. I had already been living in Florence for a while, quietly dodging the guilt of not having made it to Rome yet. I was learning Italian, and I was trying to figure out how to build a life here- one that actually worked. Rent, bureaucracy, language all felt like too much. I needed a break, so I booked a last-minute getaway to Rome.
