During the last two weeks I traveled to a different place. This time I was not enjoying a 1-day trip around some small Italian town as I usually do. Neither adventuring myself into a weekend trip to some European spot that keeps popping up on my bucket list. This time, I came back home. I came back to the arms of people that care the most about me, to whom whatever my mission is here, they are going to be proud of me in the bottom of their hearts.
So I think I got addicted to smiles… I was welcomed back home with tons of them, more than I’ve ever imagined it would exist. It made me slowly understand that every effort I do and every risk that I take are completely worth it. I am not alone in my choices, not at all. So, from now on I will only ask for God to keep these smiles smiling at me – this is the best fuel I can have. I will ask Him also to preserve inside me the sensibility of interpreting each smile in its purest essence, in order to take the best of it.
This picture was taken from my phone on top of the Pão de Açúcar (Sugarloaf in English), Rio de Janeiro (Brazil), on June 1st 2014 – known also as the best birthday of my life.