IL CIELO D'IRLANDA
I was 23 years old the first time I traveled abroad by myself. I took a few days off from university and went to Ireland on a budget trip. I went there two days before meeting my friends, and about 200 other people, in Cork for the kick-off party of an Ultimate Frisbee tournament. Since the team was arriving from Parma a few hours before the party, for Halloween, I decided I would leave earlier and have a glimpse of the country.
I was introduced to Ultimate by chance in the summer of 2008. Biking back home from the pool, I noticed teams playing what looked like frisbee. My curiosity immediately took over and, forgetting my craving for a snack and disregarding the bumpy grassy field across which I was biking, I headed towards the organizer’s stand. The tall, pale-skinned captain of the Parma team, greeting me with a smile under his big hat, explained that the event was the national tournament. He then invited me to practice.
Two days later, I became acquainted with the Voladora team.
A few months later, we decided to participate in the tournament taking place in Cork, Ireland, during the first few days of November. I decided to spend a few days visiting the country and getting to know it, since it was my first time there. Traveling alone immediately gives me a different perspective: I learn about the places I visit more intimately, and the human interactions I have unfold in a different way.