Those months I was living in the Spain, the question I got asked the most after learning I was from Portugal was... ¿Sería mejor si fuéramos uno solo país, no? Which means... Wouldn't it be better off if we were one same country? My answer would be an automatic No. Without a given thought. And … Continue reading How is Portugal different from Spain – by a native Portuguese
I've realised a couple weeks (thank you Facebook) it was 7 years ago I finished my 6 months of studies in Madrid, part of the Erasmus program I had enrolled to. Madrid was the only place in Europe that wasn't buried in 10 meters of snow during the winter I could actually afford to live … Continue reading Madrid (2013) – 3 essential life lessons I learned in Erasmus
It might seem like a oxymoron but it's often when I travel and found myself in strange lands that I feel I belong to something. When I go through the arrivals gate, I always find the same expectant faces. Wide eyes carefully skipping from one face to the other. The smile bright smiles suddenly emerging … Continue reading Finding home in strange places
The marks of communism in Bucharest aren't just in the massive ugly blocks of apartments but also in the decrepitud left behind of that was once the Little Paris of eastern Europe. I've documented this before, but left behind the biggest symbol of this era - the Palace of the Parliament, most infamous creation by … Continue reading The heaviest building in the planet
I wanted to finish the year in a positive note. 2019 was a challenging one, personally, I've driven through very dark roads. But on the bright side, I've achieved things that made me proud of myself and made me believe that I can do everything I've set my mind to. For instance, my long standing … Continue reading 2019 – the year I completed 25 countries visited
Walking in the old town of Bucharest, amongst the streets where nightlife happens, where people go to eat, drink, chat, to laugh and to dance, you'll find the unexpected. The Stavropoleos Monastery is home to a group of nuns who run it in the middle of the city. The name comes from the greek stavropolis, … Continue reading Stavropoleos Monastery in Bucharest, Romania
Once upon a time there was a place in Europe, in a country named Romania. There was a class of wealthy inhabitants who aspired to leave, only to come back with heads full of magnificient ideas. Ideas to make that place as elegant and cosmopolitan as Paris, where they had just come from. They brought … Continue reading Once upon a time in Little Paris, in Bucharest Romania
I didn’t want to leave Brașov. That small adorable town, protected by mountain slopes, where colorful pastel buildings in art nouveau style decorated the streets. Where a sweet smell transpired in the evening as the street vendors distributed warm chimney cakes. Where there was an aspiration to be in the past, and yet to live … Continue reading What I wanted in Brașov
It was chilly and rainy when I was walking towards Bucharest North Train Station. A journey of two hours and forty minutes awaited me. It was Halloween and I was heading to Transylvania. I arrived early to the station, feeling cold and wet, but excited. That afternoon I would be visiting Bran Castle, the fake … Continue reading A trip to Transylvania – Bran castle in Halloween
How many times do we forget to see? It's easy to look. Many times we're given the advice to look around, to look at, to look for. So many looks, and yet how many of these actually see? We are too busy looking forwards or looking back. Look into the past and perave in the … Continue reading Looking at the sky and seeing it
