Wandering Secrets

Before you think I’ m that kind of backpacker, let me tell you a story. On a cold and rainy day of October, a young female traveler was walking down the beach looking for some warm food to fill her empty stomach. Falasarna was pretty much a ghost town at that period and the only […]

We’re all wondering what makes Crete this unforgettable memory… Here’s a short list but feel free to add more things as you read!

It’s six in the morning when we step foot on a desert street of Salta. The town is incredibly calm and quiet, as calm as the weather gets before a storm. We walk up the street as the sun rises, passing by parks where the first birds are waking up. The town, bathed in a […]

Source “You keep traveling because nothing’s happened to you- yet.”   When I heard this for the first time I paused. I didn’t know if I was shocked at the pessimism of the sentence or if she was right or absolutely wrong. It took me a few seconds to get out of my dream and […]

I had been dreaming of this moment for years. I remember in high school, when I first heard about it.   Free hugs.   I think it was the first time I realized the world could also be a good place. The first time since we moved to France that I saw people doing something […]

The name Vlkolínec sounded like a folk tale to me. I’d heard it many times before, and every time the story was different. A wooden village in the Slovak Mala Fatra, a traditional Slovak village in the Velke Fatra, something to see, something not worth it. Not the first time it happens, and certainly not […]

-“Where do you live now?” -“Bratislava.” -“Is that in Russia?” Only a few people I’ve met know about Slovakia, or have heard of it. Slovaks go mental when they hear for the hundreth time “ah yeah, czechoslovaquia” or “Russia” or” Slovenia” being associated to their country. Guilty nº1: me. I didn’t know anything about Slovakia before […]

Today I want to dream. I want to dream about the Slovak soft hills, the bright green of the forest, the birds singing and the soft ring of the cattle’s bells. I want to dream that I’m not in the city, that I can hear something else than the tram passing and that I can […]