Back in 2015 I traveled alone for the first time. I spent an entire month backpacking Italy, and Florence had been on my bucket list my entire life. I fell madly in love with this magic city, so by the time I had to leave I made the promise I would be back to Florence one day. Never really thought I would be able to go back so soon, but after a year I was back in Florence and ready to eat all the pasta and gelato and feel like an Italian again.
Just last year, while traveling for three months, I got my first taste of Slovenia by spending three nights in Ljubljana. Falling in love with the city, the country and the people, I knew I would be back as soon as I got the chance. Continue Reading
I’m writing this post as I sit in my new home in Lisbon and all I can think is that if I could be back to only one country right this second, it would be Bosnia, hands down!
Last year I stayed at a hostel for the first time while backpacking Europe alone for three months. I had no idea what to expect, but if you take one or two really crappy hostels I stayed at, I fell in love with the hostel experience. I loved how I could stay in these amazing places for as little as 5€ and I would even wake up to breakfast right at the common area without having to take off my pajamas. I loved how it didn’t feel awkward to share a room with ten other people. I loved how I could just make a new friend by saying hello or good morning from my own bed.
I went back to Slovenia only to finally visit Lake Bled. I basically did the exact same route as last year, getting a bus from Florence all the way to Ljubljana, an 8h bus that is not that bad and time pretty much flies. Once I passed that boarder into Slovenia I had tears in my eyes. There’s something about this country that seems to bring me back to life, that seems to bring joy back into my life, and if just passing the boarder once made me happy, doing it the second time was even more emotional.
If I could only choose one hostel of all the 30+ I stayed at, Hostel Tresor would definitely be it! I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited about a hostel, just running around all the four floors of the building trying to discover cute rooms, that are pretty much everywhere you turn. The second I laid eyes on my room, I knew I would love this place.
I’ve never been the luckiest traveler out there, and the first time I backpacked alone was also the time I realized my travels would never be as easy as other travel bloggers paint it to be. During my travels, until last year, I had twisted ankles, lost buses and trains, gotten ripped-off, had my bank cancelling a card with all my money, had my credit card and ID stolen at a party hostel, had almost slept in the streets and so on. Life had not been easy. Still, this time around I thought maybe all the bad stuff happened because I was a newbie at the traveling thing. This time I knew what to expect and everything was going to be smooth, right? WRONG!
Italy has been my obsession for almost two years now! I had been in love with the food, the people, the colors and narrow streets, the yelling in the street and the noisy and chaotic traffic. Everything about this country seemed to make me feel at home and exploring a new city would feel like I had been there all my life. So, when I decided to plan a new trip to Europe, I had no doubts I was going to start my new adventure in this beautiful country.
Most people only travel to Bled as a day trip from Ljubljana, but I knew I would fall in love with this place, so I decided to spend two nights there so I could make the most out of the Lake and all its surroundings and hiking trails.
You know how my travels are never, ever, smooth, and travelling to Croatia was no different. I started my morning by waking up at 6am in Ljubljana, walking almost an hour to the bus station with too much luggage on my back, only to almost miss the bus to Zagreb, because I couldn’t find the platform and for those ten minutes no one seemed to speak English. I cried. Five minutes later I was on my way to Croatia and all was good. At least for the next two hours.