One crossing, a thousand directions, and the two of us in the middle. We picture ourselves in Shibuya, looking up.
Matteo could spend a whole day here. Manga, games and shelves to explore.
Milena will gently remind him that our suitcase has its limits.
This is Matteo’s stop: buttons, lights and the promise of one last game.
Milena cheers him on, then suggests the next level: two bowls of ramen.
After all that walking, two steaming bowls and time to talk about our day. Sometimes the loveliest memories start with a simple dinner.
In Kanazawa, we dream of a stop to explore samurai history, for Matteo.
Then a garden chosen by Milena, without looking for the shortest route.
From armour to a quiet bench. The plan: stop even when we don’t need to.
Milena sets the pace here: shoes left at the door and a cup of tea. Matteo puts everything else on pause.
A detour towards Mount Fuji is still one of our ideas.
For now, we’ll draw it here in our journal. The journey will tell us whether we meet.
In Kyoto, we picture ourselves beneath the torii gates. Milena sets the pace; Matteo follows the stories of the place. Neither watches the clock.
A possible day trip to Nara, its park and its deer.
The kind of encounter that makes you smile and becomes a story you can’t wait to tell.
Dotonbori’s signs and the smell of street food.
The temptation to try one more thing, one bite at a time.
Osaka could be our liveliest farewell to Japan.
After Japan, we dream of five or six days by the sea. A barefoot walk, with no hurry.
Milena with her tea and Matteo finally relaxing, with a manga book close at hand.
Then standing hand in hand as the sun sinks towards the sea. This chapter is still an imagined plan too.
A journey still taking shape. Places and activities are provisional; the route is an illustration.