Love Sex and Magic

Dear diary,

or maybe I should say, dear world. Because writing is never just for myself; it's always a way of letting out what I can't carry alone.

If you're reading this, it means you've decided to come with me on a journey that's not only about planes, trains, and cheap hostels. It's a journey that began inside me, on the day I realized I was twenty-five, with a shiny degree on my wall, zero stability at work, no real love story to tell... and an emptiness that felt unbearable.

So, with all my savings (and when I say all, I mean goodbye cappuccinos, goodbye fast fashion, goodbye splitting payments on my credit card), I bought a one-way ticket to Europe. Me, Marcella. But everyone close to me calls me Cella, and since you and I are about to get very close, you can call me that too.

On this trip I lived through three things that changed me forever: Love, Sex, and Magic.

Love, because I learned it's not just what you expect from someone else, but also what you learn to build inside yourself.

Sex, because for the very first time I let myself feel without shame, explore without guilt, and discover desires that had always been there, waiting.
Magic, because at the end of the road, when I thought nothing would make sense, I found a kind of free spirituality, without rules, that gave me peace.

That's what this book is about: my adventures, my stumbles, my tears in hostel rooms, my laughter in endless nights. It's the story of how I lost myself and found myself again, in every city, in every person, in every little spark of magic.

So get ready. This is no fairytale.

It's a confession.

Kiss,

Cella