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THE HAND OF THE JOURNEY

Anyone who travels long enough soon learns one thing: plans always change, almost never going as expected. And yet, looking back, it almost feels as if every detour made sense, as if an invisible hand along the way kept taking you by the hand and correcting your course toward a destination you didn't even know yet. This seems to be what happened to Lisa and Nicola, two young Italians who today manage a hostel in Luang Prabang, Laos, called “La Casa Nostra”. They are two people who, without realizing it, held hands along the entire journey, while another hand, an invisible one, guided them.

Before setting off, their lives didn't resemble each other at all. Lisa was born in a small mountain village and later moved to the hills, the very place where, years later, they would live together. She had worked in restaurants, shops, and hotels before becoming a sales rep; her parents run a bruschetteria, and she grew up in that environment, among tables and customers. Nicola had never really moved far from home: raised in a rural village, he had a passion for engines since childhood, disassembling mopeds by the age of thirteen, and for nearly fifteen years had worked as a tire technician and then a mechanic. It was a life made of steady habits, the same lifelong friends, and no major shocks. They met during the quietest period anyone can remember: COVID. Nicola says that experience changed him profoundly, making him realize how little control we truly have over our lives, and how important it is not to wait to do the things that matter. Perhaps it was right during that standstill, without even realizing it, that their hands began searching for each other.

In 2022, they left together for three months in Africa. In a way, it was already the first detour from the plan: Lisa had wanted to quit everything for a long time; Nicola took a leave of absence from work, while she resigned. It was an experiment rather than a final decision. Returning to Italy, they resumed their respective lives for about a year and a half, until one day Nicola walked up to Lisa and asked if she finally wanted to do what she had always dreamed of: drop everything and leave. She answered without hesitation, right away, like someone who had already been holding out her hand for a long time, waiting for someone to take it. In the meantime, they had already bought a van, working on it for a whole year. Their final destination was Asia, but before leaving for good, they decided to use it so it wouldn't sit idle. They set off in March of last year.

The van gave them, as both describe it, complete freedom: waking up, deciding if they liked a place, staying or moving on, without any planning. Among the most vivid memories of those months were the nights by the ocean and the sunset at Finisterre in Spain, the place that traditionally marks the end of the mainland. But it wasn't all easy: on the very first day of the trip, Nicola almost broke an ankle, and the following weeks were marked by bad weather, cold, and the choice to travel on a shoestring budget. He remembers it as the hardest part, partly because it was just the beginning; Lisa, with a different outlook, says she tends to "erase negative things" and doesn't recall a true moment of crisis. Perhaps it was precisely in those uncomfortable moments, when body or weather were working against them, that holding hands stopped being just a gesture and became a necessity. Cooped up twenty-four hours a day in the same space, living together didn't change much compared to before. They explain that the real leap had already happened in Africa, the first time they found themselves together nonstop without interruptions. From that point, they had already learned how necessary it was to carve out their own personal space, after all, even two hands holding each other need to let go occasionally, only to find each other again stronger than before.

Once the van chapter came to an end, the backpack chapter began, starting in Indonesia. It was there that the invisible hand of travel made itself felt for the first time, this time in the form of strangers. In Jakarta, not knowing how to pay for public transport, some people sitting near them gave them their own pre-loaded transit card, without anyone asking. From that moment on, they began avoiding the most touristy spots, not out of fear, they say, but because what ruins a place is never the number of visitors itself, but the behavior of those who do not respect the people and places they pass through.

Laos wasn't even in the plans. The original idea was a year-long trip, then perhaps Australia. They arrived in northern Thailand, where other travelers told them about this country; after two days on a boat along the Mekong, they landed in Luang Prabang. And it was right here that the detour from the plan took its sharpest form: while cycling around during a period spent volunteering there, one of them simply thought, "I would love to live here." A few days later, through the Workaway platform, they learned that a hostel owner was looking for someone to manage it. The hostel was already named La Casa Nostra, a name of Spanish and Catalan origin in a country that has nothing to do with Spain. A coincidence that, added to everything else, felt like “signs of fate”, as if something along the way had taken them by the hand long before they even noticed.

It wasn't an obvious choice: right around that time, an international conflict broke out, and the hostel owner himself warned them, asking if they were sure they wanted to proceed despite the risk of tourism dropping. They considered the safer alternative, Australia, but in the end, they chose to stay together anyway. An opportunity like that, they reasoned, doesn't come around twice.

This is perhaps where Lisa and Nicola's story speaks to something larger than themselves: they hadn't looked for Luang Prabang, they hadn't looked for that hostel, and they hadn't even tried to settle down. Yet they arrived there all the same, hand in hand, through a series of detours that, one after another, led them to that exact spot. As if somewhere out there, a right place exists for everyone—and the hardest part isn't finding it, but staying open enough to let yourself be guided there.

And it's curious to note how stories like theirs have been multiplying in recent years. More and more people, often around the same age, are deciding to embark on long journeys to discover the world and, ultimately, to find a place they can truly call their own. There seems to be a growing need for freedom, for knowledge, and above all, for a change of air away from a society that, to many, ends up feeling more like a cage than a home.

Their early days as managers were not easy. The first two weeks coincided with the Laotian New Year, a fully booked hostel and no prior experience. Nicola says he felt embarrassed by his limited English; Lisa says she didn't feel embarrassed, but rather a sense of overload. Their mornings, they share, start early: the cool air at opening time, riding the scooter to the market while the streets are still empty, the quiet before everything comes alive. Even in that initial chaos, they say, they never truly let go of each other's hand.

Many stories have passed through those rooms: a Greek content creator who returned to the hostel after two days in the jungle just to sleep there for one more night; a Turkish guy known for hitchhiking across his own country, who is now traveling through Southeast Asia the same way. Most guests, they say, are under thirty and have been traveling for at least a month, people with, in their words, "a cool story to tell."

There is a thought that comes up repeatedly: money is meant to buy time, not things. They mention noticing how many people fill their days with unnecessary purchases just to avoid being alone with themselves. And they add an observation that might surprise you: traveling doesn't eliminate unhappiness; in fact, sometimes it makes it more visible, because having more free time means having more time to face what is wrong, not just to enjoy what is going well.

A year after setting off, managing the hostel is a "stop along the way" for them, not a final destination: both say they still feel one hundred percent on a journey. Future plans include Sri Lanka, Nepal, perhaps a return to Africa, South America, and, jokingly, a second hostel, maybe in Colombia. Wherever they head next, they imply without explicitly saying it, they will get there together, hand in hand.

There is one thing, however, worth stating clearly before closing this story: this isn't an invitation to drop everything. Not everyone needs to cross a continent to be happy, and there is immense dignity in those who stay, who build deep roots in a single place for a lifetime. The truth is simpler: happiness doesn't have a fixed geography; it isn't necessarily found somewhere else. The secret is to make the best decision based on what truly matters to each of us, not to others, and perhaps to let ourselves be guided a little more by life, without needing absolute control over everything, which so often slips away due to the unexpected.

What Lisa and Nicola's story ultimately tells us isn't that you have to leave. It's that often, when you allow life to correct your course, you end up arriving, sooner or later, exactly where you were meant to be. And for those fortunate enough, having someone by their side to hold onto often helps in that search.

Perhaps that is the true heart of their story: somewhere out there, for everyone, exists a place that feels tailor-made, and sometimes all it takes is to stop resisting the journey and allow yourself to be led there by the hand. Even the name of that hostel seems to be there as a reminder. Neither of them chose it: it was already written on that sign before they ever arrived. As if the journey, once again, had led them by the hand toward one final clue: that the right place, sometimes, is waiting for you with a name on a sign that seems to know you already.

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