Mountains and hills. Gaining perspective for another year.
I’d begun the year with adventure on my heart and I wanted more of it. … More Mountains and hills. Gaining perspective for another year.
“Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” – Ibn Battuta
I’d begun the year with adventure on my heart and I wanted more of it. … More Mountains and hills. Gaining perspective for another year.
Bath is a charming little city I’ve had the priviledge of visiting on several occasions. … More Bath: a photo essay
One thing I remember from trips to the UK when I was younger is looking down from the aeroplane to the land below and seeing the stark contrast of colours between my host country and my passport country. … More If England were a colour…
I couldn’t remember a time I’d been on deck and not worn an extra layer. Today, however, it was a joy to stand outside, waving goodbye to France and the fishermen on the dock. The sun shone brightly, the sky was pure blue and a warm breeze caressed the loose strands of hair that kept … More Calm seas, choppy waters
Sightseeing can be a wonderful thing but to really get to know a place you need to dive into the culture, get to know the locals, learn a bit about its history, experience daily life in the place. … More South of France Part 2: Practicing the lingo
It’s not often one can say they’ve visited one of the most beautiful villages in France. But that’s precisely what La Bastide-Clairence is known as, one of ‘Les plus beaux villages de France’. And after a brief visit I’d be inclined to agree. … More South of France Part 1: La Bastide-Clairence
A trip from the town in Spain I call home, overland through France to the Channel, and on to England … More Summer travels
We could go anywhere. Step into the unknown. Wander along the path of discovery. Take a calculated risk, leap into the arms of adventure and breathe in the scent of something new. We could go anywhere. The world is wide open, possibilities unending, leading far off or just around the corner. We could go anywhere. … More We could go anywhere
Two countries, just a river apart. The Guadiana River marks the border between Spain and Portugal along this stretch. I stand on the bank, my feet in the Spanish region of Extremadura, across the water lies the Portuguese Alentejo.
An evening of fado in Olivenza, a singular town on the Spanish /Portuguese border … More Fado in the castle courtyard