What does Nobile Digitale mean?
Someone that lives like I do is usually labelled a “digital nomad” (nomade digitale in italian). But I don’t like the idea of being a nomad. It makes me think of a hippie/gipsy/homeless, which just isn’t what I am, AT ALL. I prefer to dress nicely, with a pristine white shirt and brown shoes whenever I can, even at the beach sometimes. And I don’t carry my things in a huge blobby backpack, rather in a Samsonite trolley with amazingly silent wheels. So a friend of mine jokingly coined this expression for me, of a “nobile digitale” (a “digital noble man” in english). But it’s not so catchy once translated, so I sticked with the original.

Who’s the author of the pictures?
They were aaaaaall shot by me.

What kind of photo equipment did you use?
Mostly a Sony Alpha6000 mirrorless camera. Occasionally my iPhone SE.

How long have you been doing this?
I turned into a “nobile digitale” in the june of 2013. I travelled for one year, and then settled in London. I stayed there until march 2016, when I decided to go back to not having a base. So it’s two full years now.

Don’t you get tired?
Not really, for a number of reasons. First, I don’t travel like a tourist. I do things slowly, without pressure or fear of missing out. On many days I just stay at the hostel to work, and go out only to get some food or a coffee, looking at the waves crashing on the shore. I reckon this is way less exhausting than what 90% of people do in their daily lives. Also, I spend a couple of months every year in Italy with my family (parents, sisters and cousins). We could call these pit-stops.

Where have you been?
They say an image is worth a thousand words. I say a map can be worth 195 Countries. So I’ll show you a map.
I know, it’s not particularly impressive. Well, that’s a consequence of what I said before. I take things slowly, and there are places I keep going back to. Plus, I didn’t cheat. If I had spent a day in Russia, Australia, China, Brazil and Canada this map would look sooo blue. 

Is this life style expensive?
Once you lose interest in accumulating material possessions, and once you learn how to optimise your resources, I’d say that living like this is not more expensive than living a traditional life. And it’s definitely cheaper than sticking to places like London or Milan (I lived in both).

Isn’t the world a dangerous place?
Watching the news tends to have a strange effect on people. They start believing that it’s actually likely that in our lifetime we’d be victim of a terrorist attack, a shark attack, a plane crash. And women are afraid of being raped. All of these things can happen, they’re just disproportionately unlikely compared to how much coverage they get in the news.
People often don’t realise this platitude: if it’s made it to the news, it means it’s an exceptional occurrence.
That’s why in all my travels I tend to meet as many women as men, many of whom are travelling alone. And I can’t remember any of them telling me any real horror story. The worst I heard is about pickpocketing and having their butts groped by some street kid in Marrakech. In my book this is called “living outside of a soap bubble”.
Of course there are Countries which are safer than others. If deep inside you’d like to travel but you keep giving yourself excuses to not do it (and safety is a very common one), keep in mind that nobody is expecting you to backpack through Venezuela, and that there are Countries which are ridiculously safe and you could simply start from there. Portugal, Iceland, the whole of South East Asia are the first examples that come to my mind.
Wherever you go, the only things that could realistically harm you are cars, scooters, and tap water which is not safe to drink. In a tongue in cheek kind of way, I’d go as far as to say that it’s even arrogant to think that a terrorist or a shark might choose exactly YOU. Sorry but you’re not so special. It’s much more likely that you’re going to die in a car accident, or because of a heart attack, safe and sound in your comfy home.

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