#I'matourist
I’ve been bitten by a travel bug. And considering the amount of itch, it must have been a really huge bug. Whenever I see a photo album on Instagram or read a travel post on Facebook, I’m halfway there. I love the comfort of my hyggehome but I guess curiosity sparks the wanderlust in me.
Disclaimer : So…. shit kind of hit the fan. I got myself hacked by a malicious code that targeted outdated and inactive blogs. Yup, I know. That code wiped my whole database and deleted half a million of amazing travel memories. It’s a very expensive price to pay for a chronic lack of time. Good thing is, I have all the pictures on my back up drives. Somewhere. Bad thing is, I lost almost all the texts that went with it. I’m on a long trip down memory lane to restore my most memorable posts, albeit with revisited copy. It’s taking a while, because whilst under re-construction, I also still enjoy just making new memories altogether.
THE MOST RECENT TRIPS
Vixxie befriends dragons and unicorns
Vixxie loves Chinese light festivals
Vixxie goes on an apple adventure
VIXXIE, THE TRAVEL TARTER
I’ve been bitten by a travel bug and I love making digital scrapbookings to relive the memories. I blog about it, so I won’t forget the brave adventures I’ve been on, once my friend Al (Zheimer) comes peeping ’round the corner – considering the amount of holes I already have in my cheese at forty-something.
“There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.”
– Nelson Mandela
I truly believe that a good life is the recollection of happy memories. And the best gifts in life are not in the material objects bought from a store, but in the moments we share with the people we love.
That one time when I found a Kinder chocolate egg in Moscow that was more expensive than the bottle of Vodka right next to it. Or that time when I visited the London Zoo and all the animals were dead (or was it was global English nap time?). Or that time I ate my weight in Pastéis de Belem and had to roll myself back to Lisbon. Another memory I’m very fond of is the one where I almost killed my bestie P. climbing Park Guell in Barcelona (it would probably kill us both if we did that again now). And when I was genuinely surprised that Wales wasn’t completely built on sheep manure. Time walking in the Holy land of Israel and getting nauseous by the combined smells of mold, sewer and pigeon shit in the ever so charming Venice.
No, I never want to forget.
W FROM WANDERING AROUND THE WORLD
I travel so I won’t run out of dinner party conversations.
B from Biking with Bestie in Barcelona
C from Cwtches in the Castle of Cardiff
L from Letting it Loose in Lisbon
M from More MooMoo in Moscow
P from Putting the Porto in Portugal
S from Seriously Scorched in Sevilla
T from Timewalking in Tel Aviv
V from Venetian Vanity
Also on my “been there, done that”-list:
London • Wales • Pembrokeshire • Leeds • Cambridge • Manchester • Newcastle • Ipswitch • Edinburgh • Copenhagen • Lisbon • Porto • Coimbra • Guimaraes • Figueira da Foz • Braga • Vila Real • Andalusia • Granada • Cordoba • Sevilla •
Bilbao • Alicante • Paris • Reims • Versailles • Lille • Milano • Parma • Bologna • San Marino • Ravenna • Venice • Florence • Moscow • St-Petersburg • Disentis • Bern • Geneva • Köln • Dusseldorf • Aachen • Prague • Amsterdam • Rotterdam • Delft • Eindhoven • Tilburg • …
Nijmegen • Breda • Utrecht • Haifa • Caesaria • Yafo • Herzliya • Rehovot • Netanya
& obviously most big cities in Belgian cradle.
Definitely on my to do list:
Helsinki – Talinn – Riga – Vilnius
Stockholm, Oslo – Bergen by train in winter
The black forest in Germany. Berlin
A cruise on the Baltic Sea
Vienna and Budapest. Dubrovnik
Santorini – Rome
Camargue and the South of France
Japan
THE ARCHIVES
“How much would you risk to save this wretched world?”