In Bruges / Brügge

Revisiting past memories is an opportunity for closure and to look at things from a different light. With clichés and all. In my Belgian years I tried to travel often inside the country and understand Belgium as much as possible. What I remember about Bruges is the vintage atmosphere and smell of gingerbread mixed with melancholy, where I felt like Gretel.

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Côte d’Azur. Éclat & Belle chérie

We still cannot make plans for the summer, but we can dream and revisit past travel destinations. In the last days I reflected on favorite summer trips where I would like to return, from a Promenade in the South of France, fado rhythms of the Atlantic Ocean, Italian towns, to German castles and my hometown at the shore of the Black Sea.

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Barcelona ~ Gaudí

No place like home, except the seaside. Difficult to say what I liked more in Barcelona – sangria on our first night, the flavors of paella, eating the Boqueria market fruits next to the Mediterranean, strong coffee on Passeig de Gracia while admiring the Gaudí architecture and being called “señiorita”. Si. With flamenco in the background.

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On a Coast of Somewhere Beautiful: Sweden

Guest post by Anna Balciune

Majority of people sigh picturing the views of Stockholm, the charming capital of Sweden. Some might also praise the cozy Gothenburg, kingdom’s second largest city. Perhaps even Malmö can come to a traveler’s mind – a city kissing Copenhagen in Denmark through a nearly 8 kilometers long bridge of Öresund. However, just as many Nordic countries, Sweden is way more than its admirable cities.

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Story of Constanța & the Black Sea

Hometown and first love. I wrote about many trips and my life in Germany & Belgium, but writing about my home city proved to be more difficult than I thought. Maybe because I don’t live there for many years, the touchable memories mixed with my imagination.

Or perhaps because I was taking it for granted, like we always do with our hometown.

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