My name is Celinne Da Costa, and I have never lived in the same home for more than a few years. My entire life is peppered with memories of moving and adjusting – I was born in the heart of Rome, Italy, to an immigrant Brazilian mother and a German-raised Italian father. Fast-forward ten years: I am running around my grandmother’s backyard in Brazil, cousins, chickens and mangos galore. Another year passes, and I find myself walking through the halls of an uncomfortably clean, sterile elementary school in suburban Connecticut. Since then, I’ve gone from living in the quintessential suburbia neighborhoods that American dreams are made of, to shuffling through the streets of Philadelphia tightly (and unnecessarily) clutching my pink pepper spray, to feigning disdain at everyone and everything in attempts to earn a “New Yorker” badge. Needless to say, three countries, six cities, and a dozen homes later, culture shock has become second nature.
So, what does one do when there is no fixed place to call “home”? Rather than a pin on a map, home becomes a collage of memories and experiences. A nomad by both circumstance and choice, I have come to crave the adrenaline that accompanies exploring and traveling the world. I find refuge, my own oasis, in every place I visit – the hidden alleys woven through the cobbled streets of Rome, the seemingly infinite sand dunes of Merzouga, the quaint allure of Cartagena’s colonial houses. It doesn’t matter where you are. Every city has a special spot worth calling home once you learn to appreciate what it has to offer.
Enough about me – what’s in it for you? What makes this blog worth reading?
I want to inspire you. Whether you are a world traveler or local explorer, my goal is to help you find those nooks and corners that you may or may not have noticed in each city I visit: the eclectic street performers, the tiny alleyways, the omnipresent wildlife, the local hangouts.
What types of posts can you expect? A lot of photos, quotes, commentaries, recommendations, and the occasional philosophical rant. While I can’t promise that you will agree with and love every observation, I hope they will guide you in your journey to finding “home.”