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.
Hoping that Parisien Taxi drivers will speak some English one day and their credit card machines will work is like waiting for a miracle.
It just doesn’t work (well, miracles might happen, Paris taxi drivers’ card machines working is just not possible).
But Paris is a magic place, and there is always a reward to your endless patience, there is always something that will balance your miserable taxi experience. This time, my reward was the hotel. Hotel Molitor. Remember Life of Pi? Remember Piscine Molitor Patel? Yes, that one. Exactly that one. Spending two days as a guest in that hotel, with that piscine just outside my room.
There is always something in Paris that balance the taxi experience. Because miracles happen. Getting on board of a taxi equipped with a working card machine with proper wireless connection and the comfort of some understandable english words simply doesn’t work.
At least, MY last day.
(sailing from Heraklion to Dia Island, and back)
A few days in Crete are enough to realise how much I am missing the Mediterranean way of life (today also defined: Mediterranean lifestyle). And it’s not just about the Mediterranean food and diet, still point of debate among Anglo-Saxon media. It’s about life, simplicity, taste. It’s about going slow and still living your life at the best. I do not think London understands this. Yet.
The new Lonely Planet beta destinations pages are simply gorgeous. The full story of the new redesign can be found here. Via Medium.
Photography is one of the most effective tools in helping people understand a destination. That’s why we’ve developed new partnerships with wonderful people like 500px to help us surface the best travel images on the web. Each destination page begins with photography that tells a story of the location.
Other views can be found on my Instagram account.
My hometown is where my stuff is.
I was told by a native-Parisian, now-Rhode Islander colleague. True. My stuff has been based here for the past two weeks and I already feel at home. Many trips in the last two years have made me so familiar with this place.
Here = this place = Rhode Island.
The smallest state of USA. The first state prohibiting slavery. The first rebelling against the British empire. The state discovered by an Italian (Giovanni da Verrazzano) and hosting today the highest % of Italian-Americans in USA (19%). The birthplace of the renowned America’s Cup. The state where JFK got married. The place where the democratisation of the most sophisticated food on earth – the lobster – takes the name of lobster roll.
In another life I might decide to settle down here. In this life RI is just one of the many places around the planet where I simply feel at home.