Meeting the nicest person in Lithuania

Meeting the nicest person in Lithuania

I arrived at Siarliai, a small Lithuanian town by bus to look at the „hill of crosses“. I had just missed the connecting bus that was supposed to take me there, so took a taxi, spending much more than I had planned. We drove through the fields, far away from the city. When we reached the hill the driver looked at me: „Wait? The bus is far away“ – „No, thanks, I can walk“ – „no, I’ll wait, you can’t stay here.“ – „No, thanks.“ I got out of the car and walked towards the hill, hoping I would find

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Falling in Love with travel in Luang Prabang
Luang Prabang, Laos

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Falling back in love with travel in Luang Prabang, Laos

I arrived in Luang Prabang feeling exhausted and very unhappy with Laos. In the last couple of weeks everything had gone wrong, from being stuck at the border with a passport that wasn’t mine to mini buses going the wrong way. At that point I had decided that Laos and I just weren’t going to become friends. Determined to leave, I walked through the city looking for a travel agency when the sun started to set. Monks were making paper lanterns and decorating the streets, kids were running around in between. The river was sparkling in the evening light. Milkshake

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This special Feeling of Coming Home - The Smell of Licorice
Hamburg, Germany

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This special Feeling of Coming Home – The Smell of Licorice

I don’t like licorice. It tastes weird, also it’s sticky and doesn’t look nice. In the subway station next to my apartment, there is a small stand selling it. When I’m not traveling, I pass it every day. What I love about it is the smell, that tells me: you’ve made it, you’re home. Coming home from a great party? Licorice. Coming back from an endless feeling trip? Licorice. And the best part: stumbling over a market anywhere in the world where someone sells licorice: Home.

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Travel Memories as a Child vs. Adult - different world in Milan
Milan, Italy

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Travel Memories as a Child vs. Adult – different world in Milan

I’ve travelled to Italy several times with my parents as a child but until now, haven’t returned by myself. On the plane I couldn’t wait to see it all again: the old men sitting on the street, beautifully dressed ladies strolling around, laundry drying in front of the windows, gelato everywhere. When I reached Milan I was confused: Where were the people who had been sitting on the streets? When did the ladies stop wearing nice dresses? All these pictures in my head – I couldn’t find them. Then, on my third day I walked into a supermarket to buy

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Getting lost in Berlin and finding a friend
Berlin, Germany

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Getting lost in Berlin and finding a friend – Travel Story from Berlin

I arrived in Berlin after a confusing train ride and was happy to be just a few subway stops away from my hostel. When I sat down a girl came to me and pointed at my hands: „I like your nail polish“ and then at my suitcase: „Are you visiting or leaving?“. She told me that she was from Sweden and had just arrived to Berlin after traveling the world for a year. We talked for 20 minutes until I realized that I ended up far away from where I wanted to go – I did get on the wrong

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100.000 Crosses at The Hill Of Crosses

100.000 Crosses at The Hill Of Crosses

Breathtaking. That’s the only word that came to my mind when standing on the hill of crosses in the middle of the Lithuanian nowhere. Wherever I looked, there were crosses tucked in the ground, on top of each other, with rosaries dangling from them in all colours. Not being religious, this place still overwhelmed me simply by the number of crosses people have brought there one by one. Tiny ones stacked on top of each other and huge ones, several meters over my head. No one really knows who started it and why it’s there but it keeps growing and

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