Hey there, how are you? Have you spent the last four days in a chocolate food coma that you’ve only woken up from to eat some more chocolate? If that is the case, I congratulate you: you have done Easter right. Although my weekend didn’t quite look like that, I still had an absolutely lovely time (and don’t worry, there was still enough chocolate involved. Obviously). Continue reading
When it comes to a city’s Christmas lights, there are probably more variations than there are Christmas cookies. You have everything from very subtle to totally over the top, some beautiful, some absolutely awful. One of my favourites are the Christmas lights in the Bahnhofstrasse in Zurich.
One of the benefits that come with living is Switzerland is how quickly you’re out of the country. And I mean that in the best way possible! Because let’s be honest, how many people can say that it takes them about an hour to get to Germany or France, just under two to Italy and Austria isn’t too far away either. You have to admit, that’s pretty cool. As the weather was grey and rainy today, my family decided to take a day-trip to Italy. Why not.
We hopped on a train at 7.30 a.m. and arrived in sunny Domodossola at 9.15. Saturdays are markets days in the little town so it was already filled with market stalls and shoppers, searching through clothes, shoes, fake and real leather bags, vegetables and all kinds of other stuff.
After a first wander we sat down in a café (in the sun, obviously), drank a cappuccino and ate Italian chocolate croissants. I could get used to mornings like that.
After that, we continued our way through the narrow streets, navigating through the streams of people and stopping every few metres to have a snoop around another market stall. I only bought a pair of sunnies and a cute denim shirt but my aunt really went to town with the shopping.
For lunch, we went to a little restaurant in a back yard where we sat in the shade and shared two delicious pizzas. And with the sweet tooth I have, I couldn’t miss the opportunity of proper Italian gelato. I sometimes think I have a seperate stomach just for dessert. The luxury I have with being able to travel to different places in such a short amount of time (hello Paris after four hours on a train) is not something I am always aware off but days like these always make me appreciate how lucky I am. How long does it take you to get to the nearest country?
As I’ve mentioned before, I love travelling and discovering new places. What I haven’t really expressed yet is how much I love Bern, the town where I live (very close to it anyway). Take a first look:
As today was a glorious sunny day, my sister and I decided to head into town for a stroll in the sunshine. Continue reading
I think it’s safe to say that London is my favourite city. Of course there are countless cities that I’ve never visited and I’m sure there are many amazing places out there that I am yet to discover. Who knows, maybe some day another city will take the top spot but until then, London is the one and has been so for about six years now.
During these years I travelled to London several times, I even spent three months living there last spring, when I was doing an internship. I’m not going to lie, my experience of these three months was quite difficult. I basically hated my job and I was on my own most of the time, which left me feeling incredibly lonely. I did meet a couple of truly amazing people, but with everyone being so busy, it was hard to find time to actually do stuff together on the weekends. The reason I’m telling you this is because even though I had a bad experience and just couldn’t wait to go back home, I still hold the city so dearly in my heart. For a while I was worried that the whole thing was going to spoil the place for me and that it would be weighed down by bad memories but I’m happy to say that nothing of the sort happened, I even grew to love it more since I got to know it a lot better. Continue reading
In autumn 2013, I was lucky enough to spend three months in the beautiful town that is Oxford. I made some beautiful memories there but more importantly I met a whole bunch of amazing people who I can still call my friends. Plus, I got to know a new place that never failed to amaze and mesmerise me.
When a while back a friend of mine and I were planning a trip to London I just had to squeeze in a visit to Oxford, which I like to call my second home.
So one morning in January, after a 4 a.m. start, lots of waiting around, one plane and three buses, I was back at my host family’s home in this tiny village just outside the city. The welcoming was warm, the kettle was put on immediately and I just felt comfortable from the moment we walked through the door. After some first catching up and more tea we set out again to stroll around the city centre for an afternoon. Even though Oxford is quite small, there’s a lot to see just walking around. Also, the feeling of history that seems to be floating around always stuns me. I can’t really put it into words but the thought that important discoveries were made behind the walls of these colleges or that J.R.R. Tolkien used to drink in that pub over there baffles me. Just the fact that it exists since the 12th century is hard for me to wrap my head around.
During the two days we spent in Oxford we went to see the main attractions like Christchurch College (hello, Harry Potter!), the Bodleian Library, climbed the stairs of the tower from the University Church but also went to see little places that hold personal importance to me.
When we were back at the house we drank endless cups of the (when in England…right?), chatted with the family and enjoyed too much of their cooking.
Saying good-bye after such a short stay wasn’t pleasant but I know it won’t be long until I’m back. It has become my second home after all.