Bedouins, ruins and salty waters – Jordan in review

Last weekend I went out on Saturday night. My favourite night club in Lisbon had just launched a new concept of themed-parties and I was curious to check them out. “Rodeo” was the theme of the night and I had the perfect headwear to fit the environment. Lost somewhere in my closet was a brown … Continue reading Bedouins, ruins and salty waters – Jordan in review

Techno, Drugs, Drags, Churches, Monuments and Street art – a Berliner Medley

My bookshelf is overpacked. Every new book I buy represents the challenge of making it fit among the others, a nearly impossible mission. And here I am, wishing I had played more Tetris when I was younger, trying to squeeze in another book on the shelf. This shelf is very special to me, as it … Continue reading Techno, Drugs, Drags, Churches, Monuments and Street art – a Berliner Medley

A turkish coffee and 11 hours of sleep deprivation – Turkey in review

“A misbahah, known in Turkey as tespih, is a string of wooden or plastic beads used by Muslims to keep track of their prayers.” After a brief online search, I finally get the meaning of this beautiful string of purple beads that I brought from Istanbul. Turns out it is not just a nice necklace, … Continue reading A turkish coffee and 11 hours of sleep deprivation – Turkey in review

Day dreaming and my first country review – Slovenia

For someone who does not believe in astrology, I must admit there is something very “pisces” about me. Besides my love for water, of course. “Blessed with a natural-born creativity and a massive imagination, Pisceans have the ability to get lost in their own mind.” Yup, dreaming while wide awake and trying to escape the … Continue reading Day dreaming and my first country review – Slovenia

This is (not) a love letter

Dear Praha, Please don’t see this as breakup letter, think of it more like a praise to our relationship. Please do not accuse me of anything but to love you deeply. I fell in love with you the moment I first got lost near the astronomical clock. It sounds silly, now that I recall it, … Continue reading This is (not) a love letter

“You can only be truly happy if your entire life fits in the back of your car”

The more I travel, the lighter the bag I carry with me, although the knowledge, the emotional connections with others and myself grow bigger and bigger. My favourite way of traveling is backpacking. Sure, I stay in less comfortable hostels, I occasionally meet bedbugs or a cockroach rushing across the room. You are right, toilets … Continue reading “You can only be truly happy if your entire life fits in the back of your car”

A retinal detachment as a wake up call

I am a feminist. Nearsighted. With a travel bug. There you go, my life in 3 sentences. And a lot of full stops. I love full stops. Ever since I was little, traveling was part of my life. Every year, one or two new destinations were a fairly good reason to miss school for a … Continue reading A retinal detachment as a wake up call