“To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.” ― Bill Bryson
Sometimes you need to take the bad in with the good. In Rome, that means with the incredible architecture and delicious food, you need to accept some of the most unreliable public transportation you may ever have experienced.
Beautiful scenery, delicious home made cuisine and the most peaceful atmosphere - Lake Bracciano has it all!
A frantic adventure, an epic conclusion. Alls well that ends well. Thank god.
The harrowing tale of one individual rising up against the odds and her eventual success. I call this story: ‘How I loved, lost and retrieved my friend’s bikes from the Fietsdepot while gallivanting in Amsterdam’
I had my very own ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ moment. No, it wasn’t a moment of absolute clarity while getting in touch with my spiritual side in an Ashram in India, and unfortunately it was not falling for a suave and sexy Javier Bardem type while exploring exotic landscapes in Bali.
One girl's hearty attempt to live the italian life one gelato at a time.
‘Treviso is like a little Venice’ my cousin Francesco said to me as we drove from the train station through town, while my eyes hungrily took in the sites whirling passed me. It’s a strange thing to find yourself in a place that you’ve never seen before, but where you feel an immediate connection, like you’ve found another piece to a puzzle you thought you had already completed.
I have a love. It’s a strong and pure kind of love, of the life-long variety. When we are together I feel absolute bliss, even if everything else in life feels in complete disarray. It’s one of those relationships that can survive time and distance.
Seven euros can buy three slices of pizza on the street in Rome, three macaroons from a bakery in Paris or a soup and a schnitzel from a student pub in Vienna. In Krakow it can buy ten shots of vodka, entry to a brewery, a 5 litre pipe of beer, entry to a popular nightclub, a shot of vodka on arrival and an evening full of fun memories you’ll vaguely recall.
It was the most peaceful quietness I’ve ever experienced. With my eyes closed and no sounds to keep me tied to my surroundings, I could have been anywhere in the world. But I wasn't just anywhere, I was in Ireland and it was amazing.
I fell in love with Paris when I had every expectation that this would not be the case.
“For ever let this place be a cry of despair and a warning to humanity, where the nazis murdered about one and a half million men, women and children mainly jews from various countries in Europe."
Things I am doing when I should be writing, including (but not limited to) writing about how I should be writing.
When travel and writing meet, the most desirable career in the world is born. Now to make it my reality...
