What are you running from?

3-year old me with my dog, Bobby

I love traveling. I could talk on and on about the way travel makes me feel and the huge part that plays in my life right now. However,  I guess a lot of you could relate to the perception of travel as widening horizons, knocking down walls and borders and bringing you closer to people from other cultures and backgrounds. This is what traveling is all about, right?

How did I get hooked on so badly? Sometimes I think I was born on the road and that’s where I got the travel bug from. Not far from true. I was 20 days old when my parents took me on my first road trip across the country. No diapers, no bottled milk.

Ever since that first trip, I remember being stuck in a car, listening to the same cassettes and CDs on repeat. The soundtrack of my childhood road trips includes Creedence Clearwater, The Beatles, Bon Jovi, Queen, Bryan Adams, Sting. I still know their songs by heart. Those road trips were quite an experience for a 3-4 year old. I remember a trip I did with my whole family in a hippie van in the summer or another one when I got car sick with my mom, my brother, my aunt, my uncle and 2 dogs in the car!


I was 8 years old when I flew across the Atlantic and stepped on another continent for the first time. I was so excited during the long flight. I couldn’t sit still. I was running up and down the aisle of the plane. I ate everything the flight attendants gave me. In the end I got terribly sick. Again! I don’t remember anything from those first days in the United States. In the next couple of years I often traveled back and forth between Europe and the USA. Still couldn’t get over the sickness.

Then, I had to settle a bit because of school. It didn’t last long though. I was 14 years old when I went on my first Europe trip – Venice, Verona, Milan, Monaco, Paris, Barcelona, Switzerland, and Slovenia. In Italy I would go on pizza and ice cream. I had coffee for the first time and real French croissants in Paris. Also bought 1 euro wine. I went to the beach in Barcelona by myself… I realized that there are so many places and countries in Europe that I haven’t visited…ice-cream

The following year my parents and I went on an Easter trip around Greece. I had never been there before even though it’s only a couple hour drive from my hometown. I had my 16th birthday there. I remember it was a beautiful sunny day in Thessaloniki.

In my senior year of high school I won a European project and got invited to visit the European Parliament in Brussels. It was raining all the time but I didn’t mind walking around the narrow streets, eating chocolate and waffles and listening to the people speaking French.

Next step in my life was going to university. Most of my childhood friends went to study abroad – Germany, England, and the Netherlands. However, my first year in uni I met some of the most influential people in my life. A bunch of friends went on a 4-5 months exchange program in Finland. One friend moved to London afterwards. I felt a little left behind with so many friends going abroad, so I couldn’t keep myself from visiting. Sofia already had some cheap flight connections at the time, so it wasn’t difficult to find myself drinking tea in the heart of London.

Hyde Park

Spent a week there in January. I would walk around the parks and play with the squirrels, get lost in the museums, eat street food and take pictures. It didn’t rain at all!

When summer came along some friends and I just decided to drive to Greece one day. I woke up on the beach. That same summer I applied for my exchange program from university. I received my acceptance letter in late July and in August I was already sunbathing on a beach in Portugal.

Girls just wanna have some fun

I spent there the best 6 months of my life. I made true friends for live and had the most amazing time. Portugal was one big party. Lots of sun, sea, beach, dancing, good food, coffee, beer, travels!!!

During my stay in Portugal, I visited Madrid twice, I swam in the ocean in January, I slept in a real tipi in a hippie village that you can’t find on the map, and I ran up and down the hallways of one of the oldest universities in Europe. On New Year’s Eve I found myself surrounded by people from all over the world and each hour it was somebody’s New Year. To celebrate all the New Years in the world in one single night – priceless! I wished that in 2014 my journey will continue.portugal2

And it did!

Stay tuned…



The nearest beach to Aveiro...where I've swum in the ocean, surfed, walked so many times and I've seen one of the most beautiful sunsets ever in my life!
The nearest beach to Aveiro…where I’ve swum in the ocean, surfed, walked so many times and I’ve seen one of the most beautiful sunsets ever in my life!

I’ve got my warm room, central heating…I can pick what to wear from a wardrobe full of all my clothes, hot water and good pressure in the shower.

Since I came back 10 days ago, it has rained only one night for a couple of hours. I’ve had a week full of sunshine, warmth and good weather.

I have my family, all my friends, the familiar things I’m used to in my life…

But I also have a huuuge hole in my chest and it hurts so bad…

I left my heart in Aveiro.

It’s weird – I have all the right reasons to be happy that I’m back home. My mom and my friends care so much about me and they surround me with all the love and attention I could ever wish for…

I had one week to relax before Uni starts – one week only for the things I want to do… or do nothing at all.

Sounds like a dream, a? Yeah, but the line between a dream and a nightmare is so thin.

At first, I couldn’t sleep. Falling asleep around 4-5 am, because of jet lag, partying and the habit I got in Portugal of going to bed late/early – depends on the view…

Then, I realized that when people around here are having lunch, for me it’s still breakfast time. At dinner I feel like having a ‘lanche’. What is more, I just want to drink coffee all the time and even the beer here tastes so much different… I miss you, mini Sagres and Super Bock ;((

What else? I ought to be happy that I got a week for myself, right… Yep, but at times I just blocked, put the world around me on pause, sat alone thinking about the past 6 months. Remember all the joy and happiness they brought, all the awesome moments, all those unforgettable memories I have with the truly amazing people I met.

I miss it as hell…

I miss every little thing – I even miss the humid air and my curly Aveiro-style hair!

I miss the smell when I pass Doce Aveiro on my way home.

I miss opening the door and hearing my roommates giggle.

I miss the parties…our kind of parties! I miss the mornings after a sleepless night and the following days when we gather in our living room and put together the missing pieces of the puzzle over coffee or tea…

I miss being able to walk everywhere I want to go and meet people I know on the way!

I miss going to Praça alone on a Thursday night and ending up with a bunch of friends hanging out there…

I miss the student spirit, the homie atmosphere and the coziness of my lovely Aveiro!

First place, away from my comfort zone, in this mad mad world, that I have ever called ‘home’!