I am sad to say that I took no pictures during the one night I spent in Barcelona. Wish I had more time in Barcelona, as the architecture was stunning and the city seemed more arty than Madrid. I met […]Read More ›

After leaving Venice, my plan was to take a train to Geneva and another train from Geneva to Barcelona. Upon arrival in Geneva, I discovered that the overnight train to Barcelona was booked. If I wanted to make my flight […]Read More ›

I’ve spent the last few days on trains. Since there are no direct trains from Croatia to Spain, I rode from Dubrovnik to Zagreb to Venice to Geneva to Lyon to Montpellier to Barcelona to Madrid. Whew. Transit is exhausting. […]Read More ›

Have you ever wanted to hit a child? I did today. Yep, child abuse was almost committed on the beaches of Dubrovnik, Croatia. That child was 10-years-old. His gang of friends started playing ball five feet from my towel. After getting […]Read More ›

“Make sure to apply sunscreen to your nipples!” That was the advice I received when I told a lady at my hostel that I was headed to a nude beach on Dubrovnik, Croatia’s Lokrum Island. Armed with that advice and a […]Read More ›

What to be when I grow up?  It’s the age-old question. A few people are born knowing the answer. My sister, for example, decided to become a mechanical engineer at age of five, and never looked back. Now, at age […]Read More ›

Getting from Belgrade, Serbia to Sarajevo, Bosnia was not a pleasant experience.  At all. I took a bus from one capital to the other. There is no other way to describe this trip but “horrific.” To begin, it was wickedly […]Read More ›

I’ve had many spiritual and philosophical moments on the road. I’ve had the time to reflect back upon my entire life. Here are eight things I wish I’d known 10 years ago: 1. Men (and women) will treat you the […]Read More ›

Belgrade was a pleasant surprise, to say the least. After Plovdiv, Bulgaria, I was prepared for the worst. Plovdiv grew on me after a hike in the gorgeous Bulgarian countryside. These experiences elevated Bulgaria from Butthole of My Travels to, well, […]Read More ›

I took an overnight train from Istanbul to Plovdiv, and arrived in the cultural heart of Bulgaria at 11 a.m. The city struck me as tourist-unfriendly from the get-go.  I went to reserve a train ticket from Plovdiv to Sofia. […]Read More ›