Dear diary…
I wanted to tell you what traveling means to me; it’s about gathering experiences, allowing the soul to expand slowly and the mind to open up as I take in new lessons.
Sometimes I wonder where this almost physical need to wander, to explore, to lose myself so I can find myself again comes from. Perhaps it’s an intimate way of finding myself in other landscapes.
I still remember the thrill I felt standing in front of the Colosseum in Rome. Walking among its ruins, I could feel the weight of history beneath my feet and the excitement pulsing in the air. Every stone speaks of glory and decline, of beauty that stands the test of time. There are cities you simply feel.
On the other hand, in Egypt, standing before the pyramids, I felt small, almost naked in the face of time. The silence is heavy, the immensity overwhelming. There I understood how fragile we are… and how intensely alive we are when we stop rushing and simply feel.
Bruges awakened other senses. The scent of hot chocolate wafting through the narrow streets, freshly made waffles in my hands—crispy on the outside, soft on the inside. Eating them slowly, without rushing, was a simple yet profound pleasure that I can still savor when I close my eyes and recall the moment.
Budapest charmed me with its calm. Its spas, the steam enveloping my skin, the hot water soothing my thoughts and muscles. And then there was the contrast of the opera I discovered as night fell—so elegant, intense, almost intimate. A city that knows how to wrap you in its embrace.
One of my favorite times of year—I experienced it in Germany. Chilly landscapes, soft lights, snow-covered streets…
I also have to give a special mention to my adventures in Spain, my home—a place that captivates me. I know the south, where the sun tans your skin without asking permission, where the salt air clings to your body, and time stretches out amid laughter, late-afternoon swims, and nights that refuse to end. The north, on the other hand, is fresh air on your face, green mountains, walks that clear your mind, and tables where you eat far too well, without guilt, savoring every bite. Traveling through my country is about reconnecting with the pleasure of what’s close to home, rediscovering it from a different perspective.
And these are just a few of the places I've visited. There are many more. And even more still to come.
Because I travel to transform myself. To let myself be touched by what is different. To return always as the same person… but never quite the same.
The world is too big, too full of stories. And I want to hear them all.
And by sharing them. Because some trips are even more enjoyable when you experience them through two sets of eyes, when that special connection is part of the journey, and when exploring together makes every destination even more fascinating.