Bitten out of the Bay of Biscay, glistening on the shores of La Concha Bay and tucked neatly into the foothills of the Pyrenees, San Sebastian seduces many a tourist crossing the border from France.
Brugge felt a bit like stepping into a fairytale, back in time – with swans floating effortlessly on glassy water creasing the reflections of the storybook houses above them.
A favourite pastime in Amsterdam was to simply wander along the canals, imagining the lives of the people living in the lavish houses along its banks.
Berlin feels like a teenager compared to the rest of Germany, perhaps the black sheep of the family too. Where the rest of Germany feels controlled, organised and regimented, Berlin is uninhibited, non-conformist and free.
Krakow is described as Warsaw’s sexy sister, and it is easy to see why. Her features are softer, the sun feels warmer – people smile more here, perhaps they have more reason to.
Dates marking their entry, dates marking their deaths, sometimes just one day in between.
Warsaw is a city with a difficult past and it shows. Signs of cold war communism still remain – the buildings are grey and utilitarian; the architecture, austere.
London is overwhelming… Along each laneway is another story, another person’s history, another national treasure.
I had always dreamt of coming to this area in springtime, when the grass was green, the daffodils were out and the lambs were frolicking in the fields.
South Africa was the first stop of our travels, and was a lovely start to our holiday, allowing us to relax and prepare for the journey ahead…