a travel blog by renata green
I’m often asked how it is to travel by myself. If I’m not scared. If I don’t get lonely. If I’m not afraid that the sky may fall on my head tomorrow.
The answer has always been no – and meeting Sri Lanka’s only ski instructor was clearly another proof that travelling solo is a great chance to come across people that open up to you in a blink of an eye.
This Way to the Whole Story ->Oh, the chase for the best motifs for instagram – it simply deteriorates the art of photography to artistic death. Also, it makes the world a dangerous – and endangered – place.
I love good photography. That’s why I hate Instagram.
This Way to the Whole Story ->I love to learn foreign languages and travelling is my passion. Therefore, I joined a couple of courses abroad. For two weeks, I was learning Italian in Rome – and I’m telling you here how that went.
Since my two weeks of educational vacation in Rome were of such great personal gain, two years later it was time to go back on the language horse. After many hours in front of the computer screen talking in rudimentary Turkish to a learning program, I decided to give Izmir a shot.
Learning Italian in Milan – when taking a language course in the country of origin, you obviously learn much more than just the local tongue.
Safety first! D’accord, mes amis.
But when cheese is considered a terror weapon, things do get slightly out of hands.
This Way to the Whole Story ->Location location location: This is a roundup of some of my adventurous accommodation choices. I’ve actually made them in search of the best price-performance ratio.
After all, who doesn’t want to stay at a nice, comfortable hotel at an exceptionally low price?
I do!
However, very often, these accommodations are located in – euphemistically speaking – remote locations. The Spanish call it en el culo del diablo – in the devil’s butt.
Rock stars are known for throwing large appliances out of the window. Well, although I never claimed to be a rock star, a little mishap that happened to me in New York qualified for being one.
There is a hairdresser’s chair standing in my nook of the internet: As a travel blogger, I’m getting a haircut in basically every country I visit in the world.
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