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:
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!
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:
Day 77. Before I show you why, let me tell you the few fails I encountered on my stay in Korenica. So the thing is, there is precisely one youth hostel in Korenica, the recluse little town where UNESCO’s Plitvice Lakes are. Not only the bus had kind of a weird schedule, it dropped me at a “bus stop” (a restaurant) which wasn’t the “bus stop” (a hotel) I was told it would be. Continue reading “6 Reasons Why You Should Go to the Plitvice Lakes, Croatia, During Autumn”→
DAY 71. There’s just no way, no way, that I find my hostel on the first try. I always get lost, even though I check the routes 12 976 times first. In Zadar, for some reason, every street that I took led me to the beach—which could’ve been bloody magical if I hadn’t been carrying 12 976 kg of luggage, because the weather was perrrfect. Continue reading “5 Reasons Why Time Is Slower in Zadar, Croatia”→
Day 65. I grew geographically claustrophobic at the thought of being squared by cities. Brussels, Amsterdam, Warsaw, Berlin; all amazing places, but all big cities, in the very middle of the country, surrounded by tall buildings and cars. I needed to see the sea, the ocean, or at least a huge lake. I needed to not be able to see the end of the water, to feel like it’s never-ending, like there’s no way to grasp it all or even to see it all. I dread finality. “Arrived to destination” is my biggest phobia.