Are you sure this is the hotel you’ve just booked? Because this looks like a castle, a real Château ! Kerstin stopped the car at the entrance way, and looked at me. The wrought-iron gate was open, but we … Read More
As the boat drifted toward Spinalonga Island, I closed my eyes to embrace the warm Aegean wind. As an archaeologist, I’m used to explore ancient ruins. But visiting an island abandoned only in the late 1950’s was new … Read More
1. Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can’t remember who we are or why we’re here. – Sue Monk Kidd By the end of 2016, we had two choices: we could … Read More
Did you know that there are more than 70 castles in Luxembourg that have survived since the Middle Ages? What if we celebrated our wedding in one of them? Kerstin looked quite surprised when she realized that I … Read More
“Look at my face. I have a beautiful, young and healthy skin, right? That’s because I’ve been eating cheese all my life!” The cheesemonger’s face was full and a bit reddish. Just like the giant round cheese he was … Read More
4am. The daily gong from Mount Phou Si first woke up the stray dogs. And soon, their howling stirred the roosters. 5 minutes later, they all quieted down, but the wooden floor above us began to crackle. The guesthouse’s … Read More
Standing on the outer fortifications of the Castelo dos Mouros, Kerstin is holding out her hand to me. Come closer! Take my hand; you really can’t fall from here. I keep looking down at the valley of Sintra, while … Read More
I just climbed out of the shower as Kerstin almost ran me over. Oh my god, I just made a very old woman run uphill!, she exclaimed. She had been sitting on our guesthouse’s rooftop, observing the deserted Lasithi Plateau, … Read More
Do you think it was really the right decision to leave Paris? Sitting on the Quai des Tuileries, I dangle my feet and try to avoid looking into Kerstin’s eyes. A couple of Japanese tourists walk past us, then … Read More
7:30 am. The train from Mersch was slithering along the rails. Soon we would enter Luxembourg City’s railway station. But the rattling wheels lurched to a halt on the Biisserbréck (Biisser brigde). The sun was rising. From my window … Read More