Blurred Days
Blurred days wrapped around us. You doze on my shoulder. In heat so loud you can’t hear your own thoughts dripping. And they melt away. Dripping off. Does a stalagmite drip…
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Isla de Tabarca
*Saint Paul might have been *apostolus gentium, but he didn't exactly have his sea legs. He shipwrecked, for instance, in St. Paul's Bay on Malta (talk about a stroke of luck…
La Mala Buena Alicante
**We didn’t land in Normandy, nor did we have our D-Day. It was more of a B-Evening, for #beersaturday. And it definitely wasn’t any B-list kind of fun. Quite the opposite; it…
Dimitrie Gusti National Village Museum
**Yes, it's true! Guilty as charged... Once again, I'm a few weeks behind when it comes to sharing my travel escapades on my favorite blockchain. Let my excuse be that in…
Piraeus
**The Liverpool of Greece. Way more Greek than multicultural Athens; and don’t you even dare mix the two up: “Pireote, not Athenian!” Who cares that the two cities share public…
The Acropolis
**Is there a spot in this world where anyone with a beating heart surrenders to the idea that the Twelve Olympians still reign? Where Zeus throws lightning bolts and hunts for…
Τα Κανάρια
“Hey there! We’ll play here in a bit! Come join us!” Monday evening. We arrived earlier that day. A tad late for a coffee. Besides, we already downed double briki coffees before…
Advent in Brașov
**Romanians love Christmas all lit up, and I must say I get the charm of it. I haven’t seen a single sunbeam since I came back to Prague. All I get is thick, low-hanging clouds.…
Lust for life: Mustață
**I guess my translation of “Pofta de viață,” the slogan of Mustață craft brewery in Brașov, is slightly off. But hey, who am I? Iggy Pop? Or Ignatie Manele, a famous Romanian…