Franky Lou
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had the urge to travel, to see new places and immerse myself in different cultures.
I took my first airplane trip at the age of 2, and went on my first ‘solo’ holiday at 6. Since then, the desire to go, explore, and lose myself along the way has never left me. Every time I visit a new place, I get so swept up in it that I want to move there the day I get back. Honestly, I can’t think of a single trip where I didn’t fall head over heels for the destination.
I’m a stubborn, detail-obsessed planner, always in search of the best viewpoint. I love road trips — and I can’t function on an empty stomach, so I always keep one eye on the road and the other on the next food stop.
I work as a Supply Chain Manager at an IT consultancy, and yes, I genuinely love what I do.
Franz
My name is Paolo, but most people know me as Franz.
I’m the lazier one of the two — when we’re on the road, I stick to the planned 20–30 km a day, grumbling the whole time. I have vertigo and feel tired the moment I get out of bed, but wherever Franky goes, I’m right there with her: on the open sea, in the heart of the desert, or at the top of a cathedral tower (well, maybe a few steps below — let’s not go overboard). I love to travel, and I have a particular passion for castles.
I’m also the nerd of the duo — a musician at heart, with a hyperactive mind that’s always drawn to new things. I’m constantly diving into topics I don’t know, keeping up with the latest innovations, and never saying no to a new adventure.
In everyday life, I work as a manager at an IT consultancy — and yes, I’m genuinely passionate about programming too.
Mr Pinchetti
I was picked up at a grimy Autogrill on a busy Italian highway. Franz and Franky adopted me at the start of their journey, and from that day on, I’ve been dragged along wherever they go. Let’s be clear — traveling the world can be fun. But I spend half my life stuffed inside a handbag or backpack… and I’m no chihuahua. I have my dignity. That said, I meet loads of people and end up in the weirdest spots just to pose for a photo, so I guess it’s not all bad.
I’m grumpy, slightly depressed, and may or may not have a drinking problem. Don’t call me a dog, puppet, or mascot. I am Mr. Pinchetti.
