Whenever I travel somewhere for long enough time to have my camera on me, I usually come up with a major photopost that includes every pretty corner I spotted. However, Barcelona has always been such a place of interest for me, that I already have several galleries from the magical place. So, I will just leave some random shots and portraits of myself and my travel companions. I am sure, many more beautiful pictures from Barcelona are to come in my life!Miss you already, stunning place!
This is a short flashback to my weekend trip to Berlin this summer while I am sitting at the airport waiting to board the plane to Moscow. Jetsetting season, another month to go!
My school times friends invited me to come as a surprise for Alina’s birthday and I didn’t hesitate a moment to book a ticket BCN-SXF and see the guys. It’s indeed amazing to keep in touch with the people you used to hang out together with 10 years ago and still have so much to talk about. Switching from incredible heat Barcelona was experiencing that week was good, too. Even though I froze to my bones and regretted not having taken anything warm 10 minutes after I landed.
My first time in Berlin wasn’t that long ago, and I liked it so much that was willing to repeat asap, so the chance to go came right on time. I already mentioned the places I liked the most in my post from the roadtrip, this time I also got to see Monkey Bar and some party spots. The bar is very nice, similar to what 25h hotel in Vienna offers, but it’s more of a summer place. Chilling on the terrace which is much bigger than the Viennese one was very enjoyable, so were the drinks and the music. And I was completely convinced that the Germans really don’t understand what weißer Spritzer is.
Taling about clubs and parties, again, we went for summer options around Schlesisches Tor. Was a completely different kind of party from what we had in winter. Both are very Berlin-style authentic, but are various experience. Watergate, Visionäre and IPSE were the ones that we hit, I personally loved Visionäre on Friday. And this time I talked so much to foreigners going there regularly to party that I completely understood the idea behind it. Would really love to keep on visiting Berlin from time to time to party.
P.S.: and that annoying fence in front of the Berlin Wall is finally removed!!!
…for me is, of course, annual trips to Italy! This post is a throwback to the Italian trip of the summer 2017. Back in the days I would spend whole summers mostly in Italy, only leaving for 2-4 weeks for somewhere else. The main reason, other than unconditional love for Italy, would be to practice the language. But now I speak decent Italian and from last summer on have been trying to broaden horizons and travel outside my favorite country more, as well as start learning some other language. Spanish was chosen to be the next one, as you remember from my 2016 summer trip to Cuba and Mexico.
Nevertheless, a trip to Italy is a must-do for me every summer as well as every winter, as Italy is not only the best way to spend hot days for me, but the most desired snowboarding destination, too. What a country!
My summer vacation this year started exactly like the one last year, by the way: we made a road-trip to Milan and then hit couple more places, including a lake. Trip with the girls last year was awesome, so why not do it again, we thought? We were different team this time, but it was just as great! I am so happy I bring all my friends to Milan and to my most beloved city of Italy – Florence. Last year I went there with my Australian friend, but this time we managed to include Florence in the road trip plan right away.
Four days in my favorite country to begin with – what can be a better kick off for the summer?! It’s gonna be a great one, I know! This time I don’t want to heap this post up with must-eat’s, as everything is a must-eat for me in Italy. So, let’s skip my usual approach to travel notes which always includes tips for restaurants, bars and view decks, and I will just leave couple pics here to remember how great this trip was. There is no need to prove that everything is worth tasting and seeing there 😉
Last year’s memories of the times when I studied at Bocconi together with breakfasts at my beloved eat me & go; nights at Aperol terrace dancing like crazy above Duomo Square and parking for free as if we were always locals there
Next stop – my one and only Florence. The voice announcing trains on the station still gives me shivers of the memories from those times when I used to come to that station anxious and happy; narrow streets every single one of which I still remember as if I had spent my childhood there; favorite bar La Petite where it all started 3 years ago; leather market and the “don’t let him take you to the big shop, it’s a forbidden experience!” from Sex&The City; risotto ai porcini and the view on Duomo cupola in the sun dawn.
I was the happiest there, in Florence. I am happy now, too. Just differently happy. More mature or more cynically happy, which is by no chance a measure of less happiness; just the difference. The time when I was happy in Florence was most likely the last one, when I was happy as a child. Now I am actually happy for the first time since then, since that other “happy”. Now it’s a grown-up happy. The concentration of the word happy in this paragraph must exceed the use of this term in my whole blog.
Away from redundant revelations: our final stop on the way back to Austria was at Garda lake. Last year we went to Como, and our horrifying experience with running out of gas on a mountain road was the most stressful memory until we ran out of gas on a highway on the way to Croatia recently Life doesn’t teach us much, I know! But the lake was nevertheless so beautiful that this time we decided we absolutely need views like that again. We chose Garda because had only been there in spring time before. It is absolutely amazing in summer, too!
I claimed I wouldn’t give any advice now, but just one, please: go somewhere around Salò when visiting Garda: no tourists, perfectly quiet and beautiful. Felt like the air itself has its sound there. Loved it!
This year I was driving back with the gang, too. Last time I stayed in Milan due to the start of my studies there, and this year I was initially planning to stay in Italy until my flight to Spain. But at the very last moment things twisted around and I went back with the girls which was a good decision: the views on the drive back are breathtaking!
After our nice Italian days I came back to Vienna, which I never do in summer. I guess I am starting to feel completely at home there, if I actually want to be there even during my time off. Spending 5 additional days with my boyfriend before leaving for longer holidays felt very good. Now I am already away again, for this summer I moved to Barcelona. But about that – later 😉
Have great summer holidays, everyone!
Having known in advance that i would be spending quite long time in Cuba, I thought why not fly somewhere else around for a weekend? First I wanted to go to Colombia, but the flights were only to Bogota and my Colombian friends told me it’s not fun at all by itself, but I wouldn’t have enough time to get to the icean coast. And, well, honestly, once you have Cuban beaches around – you don’t really crave for more. So, I gave it another thought and booked a flight to Cancun, Mexico.
After my third week in Havana I got to the familiar José Martí airport expecting hell on customs again. Well, it wasn’t worse than any control in Russia. Next I was surprised by how comfortable the low-coaster flight around Latin America is! In Europe low-coasters mean the shittiest ever possibility to travel, sometimes I’d honestly chose a donkey. But my cheap flight Havana – Cancun was so nice! Very comfortable seats and alcohol offered! Bravo, Interjet!
Entering Mexico is one hell of a challenge, too. I needed a visa that I had to order in advance. I was so happy I had done all the bookings before arriving to Cuba. Those going there, keep in mind that it’s impossible to purchase any tickets and book any hotels from Cuba, only with tourist agencies (a friend of mine who I met in Havana wanted to join and tried to book something) that have very limited and very expensive range of routes available.
Apart from the visa thing, they give you two papers as you arrive. Both are only in Spanish. Ok, I know enough basics to fill in the migration card. But the customs one was really tricky for me as there are things like «how many dead animals samples and guns are you carrying across the boarder» in Spanish. Leaving the aircraft and getting inside the airport was tricky, too, as the doors were simply locked and we were all standing there until some smart guy just pressed the emergency door and we all calmly walked away as the sirens were going off. Lovely! Welcome to Mexico!
I got off near Playa Tortugas and took couple hours to walk along beaches in both directions. That was incredibly beautiful. The sunrise, bright purple sky reflected in warm water, white sand and the first surfers already on the horizon. Dreamlife.
Even though getting to Chichen-Itza takes some time and effort, I still highly recommend saving a day for that once you are in Yucatan. It’s worth it! Absolutely astonishing place. And you get to see some real Mexico around, too, unlike bays where only tourists stay. I remember that I called the Chichen-Itza site a very kind place when was still under impression.
Hey hey hey! I am typing this post about Russia on the very last moment, already flying from Moscow to Paris. Then I will most likely have no internet for about a month. Even if I find it on the bottom of the ocean (I can, you know me), I hardly doubt it will be fast enough to upload new posts. So the blog is probably going to be resting until the end of September. Anyways, we’ll see. I will try to post as soon as possible 😉
My first stop was parents’ place where I reunited with my best friends Polina, Daria and Ksenia. It is VERY rare that all four of us find ourselves in the same city at the same time. I can’t even remember such occasion since high school years. Usually we catch up in groups of at most three of us in different places: pretty much anywhere, from Ibiza or Barcelona to Italy; from Togliatti to Saint Petersburg; from Vienna to the mountain valleys. I can’t even describe how much I value all those meetings.
Parents’ place, family dinners that turn into night swimming with floating wine glasses all around the pool; car racing around hometown and endless stupid but hilarious jokes that only we understand. Yes, please!
Even cooler is our tradition to travel to Saint Petersburg all together after having met in hometown. It has been happening this way for couple years already and I absolutely love switching the city but staying with the same drinking buddies. Another cool news is that Ksenia is moving to Saint Petersburg now! So, even more reasons to come back! Like if I needed reasons.
So, Saint P was the next stop. My favorite city in Russia, forever. No other place like that in the whole enormous country, I bet. For those who don’t follow me for that long – I used to live there. Having moved to Vienna 4 years ago, I already lost the connection I used to have with the city. All the feelings seem to be very far away and rarely strike me with some weird deja vus; most of the places I used to call mine aren’t there anymore. But what I find fascinating – the people still are. I have some kind of strong friendship with all my friends who live in Saint P. And I am always very happy to see all of you, guys, no matter where life brings us, we seem to always stay on the same vibe.
Last time in Saint Petersburg I wrote about the new places that caught my attention. This time we explored some locations as well, I can recall Bekitzer, Rubinshtein cafe, Buddy, Mickey and Monkeys and Zoom. All were decent, especially for the current situation with embargo in Russia. But honestly, nothing amazed me that much. It’s good to see that the city isn’t dying like many Russian cities now, but nothing that much exciting has popped up in my opinion. I am really looking forward to the next visit because the New Holland, place that I used to love when being a resident, is opening up very soon! Unfortunately I won’t see it, but at least there is something to come back for other than my amazing dudes there.
Weird weather changes, strange but friendly people on the streets like Dumskaya; shiny beautiful houses which look like small palaces; making it to the other side before the bridges go up… This is all so Saint P. And we love it! This time even our parents joined us there later, so the trip was absolute fun.
My last destination was Moscow. I am not a fan, the city is very hard for me to understand and deal with. But it has become much more comfortable to come there since my sis had moved to the capital. Now it’s always a pleasure to text her that I am gonna stay over and be sure that I will have the warmest host ever.
Her fiancè picked me up from Sapsan, took my suitcase that looks and weights like a small coffin during this 3-months trip and drove me to the very center where I met with another very important person – my classmate Ira. So many people have moved to Moscow, that’s unbelievable! I am just very grateful to stay close with my elementary school buddies and always feel like we never parted when we sit next to each other sharing stories and laughing like crazy.
So, that was it for now with Russia. Earlier today I got on the connecting flight to Paris where I am expecting a huge plane that’s gonna take me to an amazing adventure around Cuba and Mexico.
Thanks again to every single friend and relative of mine for making trips home so joyful. See you soon!