Itinerary
If you’ve only got one day in Edinburgh, don’t panic—you can still feel the soul of the city. I’ve done this trip three times now, sometimes with friends, sometimes alone,…
I've done this trip twice now—once in the blooming stillness of March, and again when the snow whispered in late November. And both times, Finland felt less like a destination…
I didn’t go to Germany expecting to be moved. I went because it was efficient, practical, “central”—a place I could hop through easily. But something strange happened between the echoing…
It started with a restless craving. Not the kind that can be fixed with a good meal or a new pair of shoes—but something more primal. I needed movement. I…
Stepping into Rome seems like slipping right into a dream in which period folds in on itself. My first glimpse of the Colosseum stopped me in my tracks—its weathered stones…
There’s something about Portugal that doesn’t quite translate in photos. The air feels older somehow—like it remembers empires, revolutions, fado songs whispered through alleys. I came for the azulejos and…
Welcome to my most awaited Italy and Switzerland Itinerary! I wanted to take my time on this trip. I drank my coffee slowly and rode the trains like they had…
There’s a moment that still lives in my bones. Somewhere among Flåm and Aurland, winding thru a ribbon of road stitched tight along the brink of the fjord, my little…
Barcelona didn’t just impress me — it rewired my idea of what a city could feel like. I’ve been lucky to visit this sun-dripped Catalonian gem three times over the…
If there’s one thing Ireland teaches you, it’s how to listen. To the sea. To the silence in an old chapel. To a stranger’s story told over pints in a…
I didn’t come to Denmark seeking out magic—however it observed me except, in tiny ways. Denmark didn’t announce itself loudly. It whispered. From the immediate I landed, there was a…
New England hmmm! What to say I think there’s a certain kind of magic tucked into the veins of New England’s winding roads. It’s not the kind you find in…
You don't just visit Greece. You feel it—under your skin, in the dust on your sandals, in the way the light hangs in the air like a poem you almost…
