It’s becoming a normal thing that I never have enough hours in the day. Now, I realise that this is mostly down to my own time management and planning, but surely I cannot be the only one out there. Ever since I got back from New Zealand at the end of April, i’ve been working my butt off. Consequently, the time to plan getaways has been challenging to find. It’s only recently that I had a few days to play with. Five magical free days in between work trips. Finally, a opportunity to escape.
I’ve been meaning to post this one for a while now. Almost a year now in fact. I wasn’t expecting it to, but life got in the way over the middle of last year. Between moving house from one side of London to the other and my work schedule being crazy busy, its only now, months later that I feel able to stop, properly reflect and finish writing about this adventure from spring last year. It turned out to be one of my favourites, teaching me yet again, more about myself and showing me the beauty of the place I call home.
When you think of Slovenia, you probably think of Lake Bled…at least, I did. It’s blue tones of the water paired with the lush greens of the trees lining its edge, makes life slow down and makes you feel like you can breathe again. With the castle perched up on the hill and the small church on the island in the centre, Lake Bled easily feels like it been directly taken from a fairytale.
Melissa was over in London for a visit, so what better way to celebrate, then with more travel. Iceland had been on the travel list for a few years, so the decision was made to finally explore it. The thing I love about our friendship is that no matter how much time (and distance) has kept us apart, we seem to just pick up where we left off, like she never left in the first place. I’m incredibly thankful to have many friendships like this.
I’ve been back from Hallstatt for a couple of weeks now. I had every intention of writing about my time there during the days soon after I returned back to London. The only problem being, every time I sat down I write, I couldn’t find the words to explain what I saw and experienced. Hallstatt left me speechless.
Because of my schedule working out for May, I was able to fly to Naples to meet up with Anna, Aimee and Jay for a few days amidst their european adventure. Thats one of the main things I love about being based on this side of the world, everything is so close and easy to get to. Due to this, getting to Italy is a pretty straight forward task. You can either fly there direct or get the train. I ended up doing a combination of the two. Flying from London to Rome worked out better with flight options and departure times so connected through there onto the train to Naples central via Rome central. Turned out to be far easier than I was expecting. I love it when a plan comes together.
Well friends, it official. I’m in love. I’ve been back from Amsterdam for a little while now and I can’t stop thinking about the the good times. From the cafes spotted with sunlight, to the canals that create a maze to be discovered – I am completely in love with this city. Annie and I headed there at the beginning of May to catch the last part of the tulip season at Keukenhof, we were not disappointed, it was even better than when I was there last year.
Arriving into Aberdeen was not what I expected at all. The airport is similar in size to the domestic ones back home and as long as you can understand the thick Scottish accent, getting the bus into the centre of town is pretty straight forward. I could not…just a slight problem. The result of this was me having to fake my way the exchange, pretending to understand everything the guy was telling me. Its very entertaining to think about it now. I’ve discovered in those moments all you can do is just go with it and hope for the best. It is an adventure after all…right?
From what I had heard from fellow travellers, I was either going to love or hate Venice. Arriving there, its very easy to see why people had said this. The hype and expectation of the city can sometimes overtake the reality of what you see and experience. For me, it was love at first sight…or first water taxi. I had a vague idea of what to expect on arrival into Venice, but only from friends travel stories and what I’ve seen on pinterest.
Krakow (and more importantly Auschwitz-Birkenau) had been on my travel list for a while now. Ever since I had my eyes (and mind) opened in Berlin to the horrific events that took place, I have been wanting to put more of the pieces together by visiting them. Krakow was on Melissa’s travel list also, so we combined forces for the trip.
