LECTORA NÓMADA
Blog
Routes Beyond Dublin: Dalkey, Killiney and the Magic of Powerscourt
For those who follow my adventures on Instagram, you already know that my Dublin stories don’t end in the city. Today we escape to its
Corners and Stories: Dublin Continues
Dublin cannot be narrated all at once. It is a city that demands chapters, not summaries; it takes you by the hand and urges you
Dublin for booklovers.
I arrived in Dublin in the midst of autumn, surrounded by its vibrant colors that filled me with joy as I walked toward the city
Cape Town for the Soul: Books, Ocean and Healing
These days I’ve returned to Cape Town. It had been three years since I last visited this beautiful place. As I was leaving, my mother
A sunny day in Bucharest.
I had been longing to visit a new country. I tend to return to the same places—some know me almost better than my own neighborhood—so
Frankfurt at Breakfast Time
Frankfurt, Germany’s financial capital and home to the European Central Bank, lives around the River Main — hence its full name, Frankfurt am Main. In
Bookshops and Perfect Places to Read in London
London breathes literature on every corner. It’s a city that feels as though it was written before it was built: you walk through its streets
Florence between cafes, art and words.
Florence can also be savored from its historic cafés, true salons of memory. Caffè Gilli, opened in 1733, or Caffè Concerto Paszkowski are places where
From Dante to the mud angels: tales of Florence.
Back in Italy, but this time my destination is the cradle of artists, philosophers, and Renaissance dreams: Florence. Florence welcomes me through Marina, with whom
A Day in Kuala Lumpur: Between Caves, Markets, and Skyscrapers
Kuala Lumpur welcomed me with neon lights, bustling streets, and a humid heat that embraced me the moment I stepped outside into the Malaysian air.
Ostia Antica vs EUR – A Day of Two Worlds in Rome
Yes, you read that right — today we’re visiting two extremes: one of Rome’s most modern districts and one of its oldest sites. They’re worlds
Spoleto, a timeless treasure in the heart of Italy.
I wake up to another Saturday morning in Rome with a new plan—today we’re going on an excursion with la scuola. We head back to
Orvieto. Italy.
During my experience learning Italian in Rome, the Scuola Leonardo used to organize day trips not only in the city but also a bit further
My Roman strolls.
I’ve changed my Italian class schedule and my mode of transportation. I’ve got a little tired of that crowded bus that dropped me off behind
Roman autumn.
I’m still in Rome learning Italian and enjoying every moment. The first two weeks are very intense. The wonderful group we’ve formed won’t last forever;
