When I told my mum I was spending Easter in Ukraine, I swear that thousands of kilometres away from her, I could feel her heart drop.
I went to Budapest some time ago. It was my fourth trip in as many consecutive weekends – weekends that should have been spent on my thesis instead of traipsing around Europe, or, according to my Erasmus friends, spent in house parties playing drinking games in Spanish. On the 7-hour bus ride I napped and bookmarked places I wanted to see in the city, planning for another action-packed weekend full of re-discovering places I had visited seven years earlier with my family.
My second month in Poland is winding to a close, so it’s time to check up on me again! Have I got homesick yet? (Spoilers: Maybe.) How’s Krakow treating me? Has Tinder offered to sponsor my life yet?
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.