It is an interesting exercise to write about visiting a place which was once home. And it is even more interesting to be a visitor of all too familiar places together with the person who is now more home than the place where I grew up. Again, I wanted to show her around in places which still are part of me.
We started off in Vama Veche for a couple of sunrises and bathing fun, as it is there where I believe I grew out of my small town >
This post is about reminders: of us two, being freshly in love, while falling in love with Portugal; reminders of old and of new. We were excited to go on our first short trip together – as couples do! :) Who knew that three years later we would find us again in Portugal, and all these lovely façades of this place, which we came to adore, would turn to be part of our daily life?
Intrigued by the first-time tourist gaze about how colorful, >
Cappadocia – a place long stood on a we need to go there! list. Fritzi’s and my expectations were far exceeded and we got blown away by the stunning surreal, landed-on-another-planet-like beauty of Cappadocia’s bizarre sandstone chimneys, spectacular rock formations and flowing valleys. The landscape appears like a painting gone wild.
It always seemed to me that Salvador Dali’s paintings are haunted by some kind of dark-side part of the >
Istanbul simply fascinates, like any other huge metropole. But beyond the fascination it provokes by its immensity, by its history, and even politics and recent events, it also lends itself to a more downbeat, calm contemplation, should the visitor stay off the beaten track. Then a lot of it seems homey and inviting. So it seemed on my second Istanbul visit. Granted a local guide in Fritzi, we went out to explore the other side – small >
This is what we do: wander around. No guide books and no guided tour. We don’t want to cheat ourselves out of the possibilities of an adventure, with its ups and downs. And usually, the less we know about the tourist attractions and hotspots beforehand, the better. It’s sure nice to discover, first hand experience. So as we wanted to escape the Istanbul frenzy for a while, flying to Bodrum thinking of giving us 4 days of strolling in the >
Twice I’ve been in Istanbul so far. Both times the feeling that there is too little time to explore everything around was more powerful than anywhere else I visited. First thing that comes to my mind when I think of Istanbul is the sheer size of it and immediately I remember the images of the city disheveling on both sides of the Bosphorus Strait, gigantic, uncontainable to the view, even from the window-seat of an incoming plane.
And then >