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
As I cross Talmadge Memorial Bridge over Savannah River, Kerstin is entering our next destination in the navigation system: Bonaventure Cemetery. Traveling 4000 miles to visit a cemetery? Why not. Apparently it is a quite famous cemetery… an “older” one … Read More
24 hours to visit a city is a bit thin. And the little town of Hoi An, located about 100 km south from Vietnam’s former imperial capital Hue, certainly has a lot to offer. But there are many ways … Read More
I can’t believe my eyes when I see the road sign “Vézelay”, as we leave the famous Grottes d’Arcy-sur-Cure. I always thought that Vézelay – the town that I know through 19th century literature – was located somewhere between … Read More
Road trips: unpredicted stops, unexpected sights, and unanticipated routes… Road tripping is like writing. You never know where the next turn/word may take you. As we are leaving the Chateau de Tanlay in Burgundy, Mei is keeping the itinerary … Read More
With a history of more than 5000 years, Athens is all about archaeology. Each and every corner of the city harbors archaeological sites, museums, and monuments. If you browse through Visit Greece, Discover Greece or Odysseus, you’ll see … Read More
Train stations. A passage. People come, people go. I never liked train stations when I was a kid. Crowded places, random faces, pickpockets, always gusty, too windy in winter, too sticky in summer, these huge halls used to make … Read More
Moments that shape the world shape you too. 9/11 has shaped generations. And we all have our own story to tell… On September 11, 2001, I was in Paris with Kerstin. It was her first time in the French … Read More
Lisbon. 9 am. The air is crisp and clear. We walk down the Rua da Oliveira ao Carmo, and there it is: the ruins of the Convento do Carmo. With naked arches and piers pointing loose to the sky, … Read More