So this morning I was playing around with interactive maps where you can enter the places you’ve visited, like an online scratch map. I wanted to see how much of Europe I had actually covered, because I felt like I’d done a pretty good part of it, and MY OH MY WAS I WRONG.Continue reading “European Countries I’ve Visited”→
There are many places on my bucket list (the whole world) and I try to focus on new places to visit as much as I can, but today I want to take a pause and think about a few of my favorite places in the world. Places I would go back to without a second thought, given the chance. Here they are:
2016 did not go as well as I’d hoped. Most of the TBR on my list remain unread, and I only read about 40 books in total. Overall, it was a good year anyway, because I read some REALLY great books, which you can have a peek at over here.
I’m super happy that the great Matea nominated me for this travel tag–check out her awesome blog here. I know it’s been a while since I posted about travelling, so this is the golden opportunity for me to do so!
I’ve been working on a post about my trip to Scotland for a while—I have, honest, I really have—but it just seems like all the words that I write don’t do justice to the journey. Incidentally, I also end up drowning myself in tears of nostalgia every time I reminisce about that trip more than five minutes, so I decided to just post a few pictures of my favourite things I did over there. Hope you enjoy!
Scotland is amazing. Amazing sceneries, amazing music, amazing culture, amazing accent. I fell in love with it the moment I set a toe in this fabulous country. Yet through all the magical landscapes I saw, there’s one thing I had to visit twice, and that really made an impression on me: The Elephant House.
I mean, London’s great, but what makes it even greater is that you can hop on the Knight Bus and visit the Warner Bros Studio where the Harry Potter series was filmed. The experience was so magical, it killed the geek inside of me. (Not as in, it actually murdered my geekiness, but as in, Geek Me couldn’t help but have a heart attack once exposed to so much MAGIC.)
As I previously said, I usually need to switch my default setting from I So Badly Want To Go There One Day, to OMG, I’m Really Doing This? Let Me Get My Shit Together And I’m Ready To Go, in order to make a trip happen. And here are more ways for me to achieve this:
Besides the obvious budget/trip planning, there’s a big step to cross in order to make your dream adventures happen, and it’s to actually stop visualizing it as a dream, and consider the reality of it. At least that how it works for me. And here’s how I do it:
Day 107. I don’t remember much about what I did in Barcelona, not even the travel fails. I remember a sun rather bright for the end of November.
I remember Park Güell.
I remember eating the best veggie burger ever, but I don’t remember where.
I remember a lot of pickpockets.
And the realization that my backpack didn’t seem heavy at all compared to Day 1, four months before.
But through these snippets of memories, I know I didn’t notice as much as I usually do, because I was too conscious of these travel days being my last. Continue reading “Barcelona – My Old Self”→
Day 103. Confession time: I actually only had time to do 5 activities in Granada, so my Top 5 is definitely biased. Still, that was enough to make me adore the city, but feel free to share your own suggestions in the comments if you’ve tried different things.
Day 100. Quentar is a small municipality in Granada of about 990 inhabitants. We were staying at the Fundalucia Guest House, and the website’s directions to make it there from the bus station, said to, quote, cross the whole village to the other side. We were doomed to get lost. Continue reading “Quentar, Spain”→
Day 95. When we arrived in Toledo, I got hit by a car. I’d been warned Spanish drove a little crazily, so when I saw the red car zooming through the narrow cobblestone street, I shrank on the wall of a house, shutting my eyes, hoping my backpack wouldn’t be dragged along. It’s my left arm that took the blow. I had an ugly bruise on my elbow for the rest of the week, and a fear of red cars for the rest of the trip. Continue reading “Toledo, Spain”→
Day 92. When I arrived in Budapest, around 5-6 o’clock in the morning, a thick fog hovered through the city. I could barely see three meters ahead, and after meandering uselessly around in search of the street toward my hostel, I had to give up and take a taxi. But for the 100th time in my trip, I did the mistake of Continue reading “Budapest, Hungary”→
Day 90. About an hour from Sarajevo is a town named Visoko, known for its mystical pyramids and tunnels. With a girl from my hostel (hi Bryony!) we packed our bag for the day and decided to check it out. It’s a really small town, yet it wasn’t exactly clear how to get to Ravne Labyrinth (tunnels) or the pyramids. One thing was sure, every time we asked around, people made a point of reminding us how amazing it would be to feel all the energy.
Day 86. The importance of asking questions when you travel…. It’s easy to fall into a lonely routine when you travel solo, and I was about to buy a €50 train ticket that did a crazy detour from Belgrade through Zagreb to Sarajevo, because I could find no better option on the web, when I decided Continue reading “Sarajevo, Bosnia Herzegovina”→
Day 85. One Monday, in Belgrade, I decided to walk to the famous fortress, which had been highly recommended by many. From this point, I could also admire the confluence of the rivers (Sava and Danube). The walk through the Kalemegdan Park was truly nice and calm, and then Continue reading “Slava – Belgrade”→