It’s very typical in Belgium: the road splits in two and there’s no sign where each path leads to. Kerstin slowed down her car. Which way? she asked. The one on the left would take us back to where we … Read More
Remember to drink a cup of freshly-squeezed orange juice at the welcome center when you drive into Florida! My big sis insisted as if it were the best fresh orange juice ever. After all, she lived in Florida in the … Read More
We were sitting in a vegan restaurant in Cusco, chatting with a lovely Greek couple whom we met on Taquile island the previous week. So what is your favorite country? they asked. It took me less than a second to … Read More
A prophet once said “Don’t tell me what a man says, don’t tell me what a man knows. Tell me where he’s traveled” I wonder about that, do we get smarter, more enlightenment as we travel? Does travel bring wisdom? … Read More
With over 700 pubs, you can’t possible visit Dublin and NOT drink a whiskey or a Guinness beer or an Irish coffee… or all of them! This is what everyone said when I told them that I’ll have to … Read More
Oh ladies, it is really bad that it’s raining so much in Machu Picchu today! Normally, from here you have a fantastic view of the sacred peaks! Our guide seemed to be even sorrier than us that it was raining … Read More
When I was a kid, I loved Chinese landscape paintings. I could spend hours examining the few reproductions that my parents had at home. One day I was told that they depicted the Karst Mountains of Guilin. Ever since … Read More
We have never seen as many breasts as in Mallorca. Firm breasts, soft breasts, large hanging breasts, crispy brown breasts… seriously: l’embarras du choix! Commonly called Ballermann in German, Mallorca is known to be a mecca of hedonism and … Read More
Metz! Ici, Metz! The snappish female voice repeated it twice. Insisting on the triple s at the end of the word. We looked at each other and bursted into laughter, imitating the SNCF voice by adding a few other … Read More
According to the weather app, it’s sunny here in Bergamo, I said. Outside, the rain was pouring down on a bunch of black umbrellas moving forward on the Via Bartolomeo Colleoni. Kerstin opened the window and gazed out as if … Read More