Prague is known as the city for the mystic and bizarre, the strange and the inexplicable. Dubbed one of the most beautiful cities in Europe, its facades nevertheless hold a dark legacy. The city’s history is rich with changing reigns, floods and fires, invasion and war – and underneath that wait the numerous stories of ghosts, water sprites and mysterious scientists who could turn metal into gold. It’s no wonder that this complex city is home to so many strange attractions. I visited a few of Prague’s most bizarre museums, and can recommend the same to anyone who wants to get to know the city’s unique past better.
A few weeks ago, I asked on my Instagram stories (because those polls give me life) whether anyone would be interested in reading about living abroad as an expatriate in a more personal, diary-like style, and the majority of the people who answered said ‘yes’. (Wise choice – I would have probably sprung this series on you anyway.) This will be an approximately bi-monthly or monthly installment, depending how much time I can justify to put in writing posts instead of hoping that my thesis will write itself if I just keep opening up the Word documents diligently each day. (So far, no such luck.)
For now, gather around children, for these are my stories from Krakow, Poland.
The best part about travelling Europe is the opportunity to do mini-holidays. Everything is so close by! Well, relatively. But let’s have this discussion again once you’ve taken a 24-hour-sleeper train from Jaisalmer to Varanasi.
A couple of weeks ago I had the chance to visit a travel friend in Amsterdam, and as I was snooping around the map, I relised Belgium isn’t too far away. And one of my firends just happened to be doing a student exchange in Ghent! So, I hopped on a Flixbus and dashed over the border to the land of thrice-fried fries, sugar-topped waffles and luxury chocolate. And BEER. Let’s not forget the beer. (Because my hangover head sure won’t.)
I managed to spend one day in Ghent and another one in Bruges. Since most of my activities were focused around eating waffles and trying not to get my feet wet, I would’ve felt like a cheat writing a guide, so instead you get a photodiary. Fun! And there’s a video at the end of the post. Double fun!
What if I told you that the largest wooden old town in the Nordics could be found right here in Finland? Could I entice you with promises of old-fashioned architecture, colourful facades and dreamy cobblestone streets? Do I have your attention? This is Old Rauma, a UNESCO world heritage listed wooden town on the west coast of Finland that can make you feel like you’ve just walked into someone’s Instagram picture.
For the first time in months I can remove my jacket.
The touch of the sun is gentle and loving, like that of a lover’s. It is just a show she puts up for me since in a few short weeks she will be back to her old self, biting my pale Finnish skin hard, smugly leaving her marks all over. But not today. Today is the first day that I feel sunshine in months, and she lets me have this one. more “Sunday Postcard from… Lagos, Portugal”