Sometimes during travel, you want excitement. And sometimes you want to lay back and relax. To me, Barcelona has both.
One of my favorite travel destinations for historic sites is Italy. The country is plastered with historic building and ruins from every time period since the antiquity. I love wandering through its cities and admire remnants of Ancient Rome or the Italian renaissance.
When it comes to cities, I personally love London. Amazing architecture, great food, lovely museums, smooth public transportation, fascinating markets... What's not to love?
If you happen to be in Hamburg and are looking for good sushi, I would recommend Sushi Lô in Rotherbaum near U Hallerstraße.
My 30 day interrail trip around Europe had taken me to amazing sights, enabled me to meet fascinating people and forced me to face myself and grow in the process.
My travel companion had disembarked in Budapest and decided to let me sleep, therefor leaving the door unlocked. The conductor asked me to secure the latch, which I complied with drowsily. And in hindsight, I am grateful that he did ensure that I did.
And even though I did not speak Turkish and they did not speak German or English, we ended up having a full fledged conversation with a mixture of basic words and body language.
After Athens, I took a train to Thessaloniki (Greece) and from there a night train to Istanbul where I arrived on Sep 20th. And honestly, even though the weather was grey and gloomy, the city and its people were amazing.
Athens confronted me with a problem that I had anticipated earlier but had been spared: Language barriers
Our first Christmas together was a roller-coaster. We were living in Hamburg (Germany) at the time and had made plans to spend Christmas eve with my younger siblings and their significant others at our family home on the outskirts of Berlin.
I first encountered the legend of the German Christmas pickle as a German exchange student in Florida when I was 16.