There was something magical about taking the Yerevan-to-Sevan train as a kid. The excitement of watching the landscapes change through the window, sharing snacks, counting tunnels, and knowing the lake was getting closer with every stop. Years later, it still feels...
Warsaw had always been my layover city. Every time I flew to Europe or the US, I'd pass through Chopin Airport, walk through the terminal, board the next flight, and think I should actually stop here one day. Then a canceled flight made the decision for me. I rebooked...
I've been to Rome three times, but I've only made it inside the Vatican once, in November 2023, and I'm already planning to go back. One visit was enough to teach me that this is a place that rewards planning and quietly punishes anyone who shows up hoping to wing it....
A few weeks before I stood on the banks of the Moselle in Schengen, I'd just obtained my three-year multi-entry Schengen visa. So visiting the actual village that gave that visa its name felt a little surreal, like meeting the place a word comes from. I went in...
I had one spare day at the end of my time in Copenhagen, and I spent a stupid amount of it just staring at the departures board at the central station, trying to decide. That's the thing about Copenhagen that nobody quite prepares you for: it isn't only a great city,...
Stuttgart is the city that gave the world the car, and the Mercedes-Benz and Porsche museums alone pull in petrolheads from everywhere. But write it off as a one-trick automotive town and you miss the rest of it: a postmodern art gallery with a room the artist...
Most people visit Gori for one reason: it's where Stalin was born. My boyfriend and I were no different. Back in August 2024, we took the train out from Tbilisi specifically for the Stalin Museum, half-expecting a quick in-and-out before heading back the same evening....
Here's something I love about Vienna: you can wake up in the Austrian capital, eat breakfast, and be standing in a different country before lunch - without ever renting a car. Two countries, a UNESCO river valley, an imperial spa town, and a fortress on a hill are all...
I was standing on Koa Avenue at 7:15 in the morning, fifteen minutes early, as the booking said, watching a cluster of vans and minibusses fill with confused tourists. Nobody could confirm our booking. One driver told us to look for an operator called "All-Star," so...