Posts in category ”Travel destinations”
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Having champagne in Champagne
I rolled into the Champagne region with the sort of expectation that comes from a steady reputation. That every vineyard smells of yeast, every cellar echoes with history and every bottle hides a story. What I found was all that, plus proud stories, dark tunnels and a lot more respect for what goes into that sparkling glass.
Chasing memories in Paris
Yesterday I wandered through the streets of Paris. The sun illuminated the golden statues on the roof of Opera Garnier, a familiar sight I’ve walked past many times, but this time I saw them differently.
Echoes of Laibach in Slovenia
Slovenia isn’t the kind of place that screams for your attention. It sits quietly, a nation-sized smirk, carved out of mountains and shadowed history. Today I find myself in the capital city Ljubljana.
Zany days in Zagreb
Zagreb feels like a city of contradictions. Austro-Hungarian bones dressed up in socialist concrete. Young students sipping expensive espresso in leafy avenues. If cities had poker faces, Zagreb would clean the table.
The dark days of Sarajevo
Sarajevo isn’t just a dot on the map. It’s a scar that never quite healed, a city with a haunted stare, war stories and a deeper sense of what it means to survive.
Into Mostar
Mostar hits me like a leftover war dream. Sun-bleached stones, bullet-pocked facades and the uneasy silence of a place still trying to remember how to forget.
The walls of Dubrovnik
There’s something about old stones. The ones that have soaked up blood, sweat, saltwater and centuries of bad decisions. The walls of Dubrovnik are made of those kinds of stones.
Good morning Montenegro
Most people can’t even find Montenegro on a map. It’s wedged between Croatia’s Dalmatian swagger and Albania’s defiant edges, trying to find an identity of its own.
The cobblestones of Maidan Nezalezhnosti
I crossed the dark cobbles of Maidan Nezalezhnosti a year ago, beneath a low gray sky. The square in Kiev, a traditional place for political protests, was quiet, but the stones beneath my feet still carried the ring of the past. The dormant sounds of the 2004 Orange Revolution.
Sunsets at the Adriatic Sea
There’s something suspicious about a perfect sunset. The Adriatic, that long stretch of salt and myth that hugs the Balkans like an old lover, has more than its fair share.