Caminanti — Sicilian for the wanderers. Once a trading mark, now the home workshop where our family designs, ships, and self-hosts small software for the people we love.
Each one self-hosted on its own subdomain. Built for us, by us — no accounts to sell, no ads to serve.
Who paid, who owes — the household ledger, settled quietly without the awkward group-chat math.
Every road trip we've wandered — mapped, tagged, and remembered, including where we're headed next.
Home base — the family calendar, shared lists, and the thermostat in a single glance.
What's in the pantry and what we're out of, synced before anyone hits the store.
The private family photo wall. No feed, no algorithm, no one else looking.
The workshop itself — where half-baked ideas get a subdomain and a chance.
We started as a name on a trading sticker and a sphere our daughter Ceci drew by hand. The business wound down; the mark stayed. Now it sits over a different kind of work — software we build for the dinner table, the trailhead, and the group chat.
Nothing here is for sale. It's just the stuff a family ships when it'd rather build the tool than settle for someone else's.
the wanderers; those who walk the road. Travellers who carry little and build wherever they stop.