Rome is in the summer. She always embraces me with her full heat. The pine lined boulevard and eternal monuments, dry aqueducts, melting gelato, thieves reaching into pockets, loud street sellers, Romans and Tiber make the city living in a constant summer even in the spring. In the Circo Massimo area where I was staying this time, the street is clean and wide, the flag flies high, and the view towards the Palatine Hill and Piramide are naturally breathtaking.
I don’t have much to say about the U.K., except that it is quite lovely, quite expensive, and there are a lot of Queen’s and Beatles souvenirs.Read more "God Save the Queen"
About three months ago, in July 2015, I set out to climb a small hill in Norway. The journey started with a flight to Sweden, followed by a meet-up in Stockholm and city walking tour with a good friend, two more flights to Norway, a four hour ferry ride, two hour of hiking, six hours […]Read more "A Summer of Midnight Sun"
The sun There is no better travel companion than the Mediterranean sun. It sets after 9 in early May. Days are long, warm and filled with energy.Read more "Barcelona"
Istanbul is both light and heavy. She weighs but a feather of the albatross who effortlessly glides from Anatolia to Europe. She beats in wrestling ring all the heavyweights, come sultans and czars.Read more "Istanbul"