July. That was the last time I was in Barcelona. I was on vacation with Asia & Maya. First time for them; definitely not the first for me. I can barely remember how many times I have been in town: so many times that I can formally nominate Barcelona my third home-town, after Milan and London. I speak the language, I am familiar with the places, I simply feel at home.
Next week I am supposed to be in Barcelona, one more time. I will chair a conference and I have some personal business to manage. I truly hope that everything will be resolved peacefully, that the vote will take place smoothly and that Spain will give local population the right to choose their destiny.
In Milan today. Watching some TV with A and M. X-Factor Italia. Super-boring. Never seen one of of the judges but his face is somehow familiar. The TV show is over. Time to go.
Then I recall the last days of the summer. And it’s not really because I am bit nostalgic (I am). But I keep thinking at the face of that guy in TV.
Summer. Early morning, 2AM. In Sicily with A. We are drinking a pint of Guinness in a typical Sicilish (Sicilian-Irish) pub, when we get invited by a friend who is partying in the same town with an Italian rock group, the Afterhours. Never heard about these gentlemen, but we decide to go. We enter the VIP area – why rock groups always get reserved a VIP area? – and we VIP drink and VIP eat some food. One hour later, we say good bye and we hit the road. Not so much conversation in place with the rock folks.
The singer. Finally, I realise that the judge and one of the guys at the VIP bar, specifically the one that was told being the leader of the Afterhours, are the same person.
It took so many hours to recognise the leader of the Afterhours.
Heading to Como, then to Milan, then back to London. Easyjet flight delayed. Ninety minutes. Ninety, not nineteen. Why do I keep taking these f****** flights? Easyjet just sucks. This is really a one million dollar question. Maybe because it costs to me/my company £100 less vs BA, that’s obvious. But if I think about how much time of my life I am wasting because of these f****** budget airlines I should seriously consider to invest a bit more and catch regular flights. And this is really the end of my evening thoughts.
PS. I feel some kind of relief with writing personal stuff over here now that I’ve moved all professional content to the other side.
« In times like these, escape is the only way to stay alive and continue dreaming. » Henri Laborit, In Praise of Escape
Why a travel movie list?
The thing is: I just want to close the year with something that I’ve almost neglected in 2016. Vagabonding. Travels. And it’s not because I haven’t moved away from London. Indeed, this year I visited US and Italy so many times, Boston and NY, Cleveland and Miami, Milan and Sicily, and then Iceland, the Netherlands and Ireland, Portugal, Germany and France, Greece and Poland. But my focus has been content marketing including my new adventure as a public speaker. For this reason, vagabonding needs at least some attention before the year ends. Continue reading “Travel movies: my ultimate list (and something more)”
Totally jetlagged but hungry like a wolf (only old guys like me can recall the title of a song, here), sitting in a grill in South Rhode Island (not to be confused with North Rhode Island, please) among partying youngsters, eating crab cakes and working on last details of this week meeting.
It will be a great meeting. We will finalise content planning for 2017. One year ago, exactly same time of the year, I was here to introduce content marketing and put the basis of our strategy with a workshop and with the help of our friends from Newscred. Put it this way: it’s a celebration of our first successful year of content marketing. And I will extensively talk about that in my next 2 speaking sessions in London, Integrated Live and #ThinkContentLondon.
But it’s also the time of US elections. And I hope there will be something else to celebrate, this week.