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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 >
I am shy and mysterious – when I say my goodbyes…
When I part with the ones I’ve come to love throughout my life;
when the times are miraculous, when I stop to think twice…
If you are doing this right, that means – playing the song above while you read this, paying attention to the lyrics and everything, you probably know what this means. And I could say as well that it was all this walking so far, nothing but hiss and overdrive. Pushing my >
Chapter 30 on this walk so far continues The World Photo Tour story where I left off. And that is the hilly area bordering the mountains to the South. All along the way from Polovragi to Râmnicu Vâlcea and then Pitești, I had so many ‘one final glimpse at the mountains’, so many ‘one more goodbye’, for a while, that was.
The day Cezar left after his three days walk adventure, I found myself alone with my road again. The goal was to reach >
The latest from The World Photo Tour is here with Romanian stuff, covering the walk from crossing into Romania from Hungary, then to Cenad, Arad, Timișoara, Caransebeș, Oțelu Roșu and Râu de Mori. Either look it up on the map or just imagine it’s from plains to mountains. Or just look at the pictures. ;)
So, back in the country I was born in, having fiddled my way to a new beginning in the UK. Back here after just short of two years. Bună >