About me

My name is Oxana, and my story is a lifelong journey, full of sunshine, sea, extraordinary encounters, and unexpected turns.

I was born in St. Petersburg, a city where the sky is more often gray than blue and the sun is a rare and inconstant guest. Perhaps this is why, when I first arrived in Italy, I felt dazed by the vibrant colors, the warm wind, and the melodious sound of the Italian language. I fell in love. First with the language, then with the country, and finally with life in Italy. Inspired by this new love, I decided not only to learn Italian but to enroll in university. But where should I move to study and live in harmony with myself? The answer came quickly: Sardinia.

An island where the sea has all shades of blue, the sun is generous, and the air is fragrant with wild herbs, salt, and myrtle. I didn't think too much about it: I packed my bags and left for a place where my Russian spirit and St. Petersburg habits collided with Sardinia's slow rhythm. After moving, I started writing a blog about life on the island. I wrote about the beaches, the people, the incredible nature, the traditions, and the local festivals.

In 2012, she entered my life: Leopolda. The smartest cat in the world. Truly, I'm sure she understood not only my words but also my thoughts. She would stay beside me while I wrote articles and filled me with joy during breaks.

But life, just like the wind on the Mediterranean, changes. After a few years, I moved to Rome. There, I worked as a photographer, then founded my home linens brand, and finally devoted myself to web design. It seemed that the chapter titled "Sardinia" was definitively closed.

I would return to the island occasionally as a tourist, with a touch of nostalgia, but without concrete plans.

Then, in March 2025, Leopolda passed away. Memories resurfaced: the period when I wrote the blog, my first encounter with Sardinia, the evenings when I worked on articles while Leopolda curled up next to me. Suddenly I realized that I wanted to go back.

Not just in thoughts or memories, but really. I want to live on this island again, at least for a few months each year. Buy a house near the sea, watch sunsets with a glass of Vermentino on the terrace, breathe that unique air once more. Will I succeed? I don't know yet. But I want to believe so. And in the meantime, I'm returning to writing about Sardinia. Because this island is a part of me and, perhaps, I am a part of it.