Seville may be the city of Carmen, Don Juan and a certain barber. But today I’m roaming the ancient streets in the footsteps of a foreigner. Traces of Christopher Columbus can be found all over Andalusia.
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The city of Algeciras have sometimes been mentioned as the most ugly town of entire Spain. Even though the harbor is a disaster due to the refinery, I can think of far worse places.
I’m back in Morocco, a decade later. But this time I’ve arrived at the gritty city of Tangier.
Alcatraz in San Francisco be excused, but the Rock of Gibraltar is so much more worthy of the name. In ancient times, this was one of the Pillars of Hercules, flanking the entrance to the Strait of Gibraltar. The southern pillar is located on the North African shore, at the horizon. According to Plato, the lost city of Atlantis was located beyond the pillars.
There are many great museums in New York city, but my favorite is the amazing Metropolitan Museum of Art. Even the location at 1000 Fifth Avenue is great, stretching from the “Museum Mile” into Central Park.
The capital of the United States, Washington D.C., features an impressive array of historical artifacts and buildings. This weekend I visited a lot of them and was unexpectedly drawn in by the allure surrounding them.
It’s been 15 years since our last meeting. I was young(er) and curious with unrealistic expectations of you, while you were still in recovery from a horrible event. One year had passed since 9/11 but I could still see it in your eyes. The suspicion with which you regarded me, searching for hidden agendas that never were.
I didn’t expect to be back in Krakow four months later, but here I am. The city was already beautiful in spring but it’s absolutely gorgeous in summertime as well.
My weary feet has reached Valparaiso. After almost a month of traveling across the South American continent I realize that this is as far south as I will come, due to weather conditions (yeah, it’s winter down there). Dear Patagonia, I will say hello another time.
A life-long dream came true this morning, as I stood upon the mountain looking down at Machu Picchu. I felt like some strange mix between Indiana Jones and a small boy, gazing down upon the final treasure of the Incas. Perched deep in the Peruvian mountains, shrouded in mists. No wonder the conquistadors never found it.