Before having laid eyes on these breathtaking places at the dawn of summer I never would have used the word romantic to describe Germany – let alone have travelled there for a romantic holiday – but here it is; The story of how these places changed my mind, making me fall in love time after time.
Category: Personal travel stories
As I move from laughter to sadness these stories will show you the life I lived whilst travelling. Out of my blunders and personal triumphs I hope you will unlock all the courage and strength inside and see that if I can do it anyone can!
A journey to the soul of the Gili islands
The first thing that comes to mind when one thinks about the Gili islands is the relaxed holiday vibe ensured when sunbathing whilst being surrounded by nothing but water, sand and gorgeous island views colourfully painting the horizon. This dream come true kind of moment – a feeling most certainly shared by me – often…
Valencia
Arriving In the outskirts of Valencia in the middle of the night is not the most appealing idea and definitely not when you have to tug along two big suitcases for half an hour as the blablacar driver didn’t want to drop me at my hostel. Drenched with sweat I finally arrive at my hostel…
Segovia
Upon arriving in Toledo I started feeling well again and hence commencing my stroll through the picturesque village of Toledo. Seeing some of the must do’s such as the cathedral, churches, the many cozy streets and the food market. Topping the night off with a virgin mojito on top of the market’s building as I…
Toledo
So remember the annoying guy sleeping beneath me? Well after having had a free included breakfast, a wonderful free walking tour through Madrid and a free tour of the palace you can imagine how tired I must have been. Yet my lousy roommate entered the room in the middle of the night AGAIN! But this…
Three days, three cities
Sad but filled with renewed eagerness to travel I said goodbye to my new brother and his girlfriend, entering the bus that would take me to Madrid in a day. Arriving in Madrid late at night I tried to figure out the central metro system. I asked one of the workers how to get to…
The last month
Just before I left the job I got the chance to live with a Spanish family, costing far less than the overpriced hostels that Marbellian summer provided. It gave me some privacy and certainty of having a place to sleep. Whereas one night I came home to the hostel in the morning around 5 am,…
another job another day
I found a job after a week as a cocktail waitress. Now I am not the one to think unkind of anyone, but the bar owners attitude was awful. Like a ticking time bom the Parisian man dictated us around, working long night shifts without a proper break or food, we got screamed at for nothing…
Formalities
With a job in my pocket I figured everything would go easily from now on, but I couldn’t be more mistaken. Because you can exchange your rights within Europe, I needed a certain number called the NIE number to enhance my countries paperwork. Thus I made my choice I would work instead of exploring Spain. With…
Me in the wide world 