I was raised to be scared. Not conciously, not actively. My mum never held speeches about how the world is a scary place and we should be afraid 24/7. But she did communicate quite a similar message via her actions and subtly with her expressions of love and care. As a kid I never thought … Continue reading I Choose To Be Brave
Two Mondays ago I hopped on a train and then a few more, passed lakes, rivers, country borders, the Alps, and eventually arrived by the sea. A backpack, suitcase, tripod and straw hat in tow. A vague plan of what I wanted to see and do. But nothing set in stone. And with nowhere to … Continue reading A Week To Myself: Adventures In Trieste And Ljubljana
I've been to Berlin three times. Two of those times were day trips. One of them started on a night train from Strasbourg. This is a visual memory of that trip. I got soaking wet in the rain, roamed the city when no one else was around (feeling like a metropolis belongs to you is … Continue reading Postcards From Berlin
By now, it's already been over a year since my trip to Ljubljana. My memory has gotten blurry. But I still want to remember this trip as well as I can. This is not a city guide (although I hope to write a few of those in the future as well), but a story of how I roamed the streets of a new city, and completely fell in love.