Swedish cottage in Bern – Switzerland
Category Archives: Europe
Barcelona and the Pyrenees
Barcelona is one of the cities that “have it all”. The beach, the mountain, city life, art scene, cultural activities, Gaudi (!), and a very famous football team on top. We spent the first half of our trip exploring the city itself. We headed out everyday with no plan and ended up doing a tons because there’s always something going on at any hour of any day. We loved walking around just to admire the beauty of old buildings (and imagine ourselves living in them), we loved sneaking into some art galleries that seemed to be forgotten by the crowds, we loved trying out whatever dishes that looked so yummy that the people at the next table had ordered, we loved the close distance to the beach, and we loved the 28-degree-weather in June.
But the best thing about this trip was probably the three days we spent on two-wheels in the Pyrenees. The mountain roads were almost empty so J had the most fun speeding up. The scenery was beyond gorgeous and the villages we stopped by were even more charming. It was one the few trips we had absolutely nothing to complain about.
Road trip Northern Italy – our very first vacation together
This trip definitely marked our beginning and we weren’t even planning for it. It was a difficult (and very confusing) time for both of us…
I was supposed to go on another vacation with someone else and J was going on this trip alone. I hesitated when he asked me to join him, and I said no. That night I couldn’t sleep. I kept asking myself why I was still being where I was when my heart wanted to be somewhere else. The next day, I packed my suitcase, hopped on the next train and followed him. One of the best decisions I’ve ever made and I’ve never looked back since.
It was also the first time we spent that much time together. Before that, there were a few dinners and some occasional coffee breaks but nothing longer than a couple hours at once. Surprisingly, things went so smoothly on this trip that we didn’t even notice time fly. There was not a single awkward moment where we had to ask ourselves what we’d been thinking. One evening at dinner on the water front in Garda Lake, we were “forced” to talk about what we could/should/must do and the thought of going back to the lives we’d had brought tears to our eyes (funnily enough, “my heart will go on” was played twice that evening, so cheesy..) . We knew right then and there that we belonged together. The rest is history.
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