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My Dream – Boston

Originally posted on mylifemyfreedom:

A 4 1/2 hour bus ride to New York and I get to sit next to the guy with bad BO. Seriously bad, and every time he moves it’s like he emits even more in my direction. But, always look on the bright side of life right? And the bright side here is that I’m not back home at work, instead I’m on my way to one of my favourite cities, and so despite Stinky Pete, it could be worse.

Boston was my first stop on this grand adventure. It was my fourth visit and this time I stayed four nights, visiting the same friend I have every other time. Hope and I worked together in London about 15 years ago, and while we didn’t really hang out much back then, we exchanged addresses and have kept in touch ever since. Back then we actually wrote letters on pieces of…

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Hungry in Hungary – Budapest

Originally posted on barknomads:

We arrived in Budapest the afternoon of St. Stephen’s Day, an annual festival of food, music and fireworks celebrating the foundation of the Hungarian state. There were food market stalls running for kilometres down the Danube with everything you could possibly imagine – we were so involved in eating that we didn’t even take any photos! The afternoon ended with a bang – fireworks across the bridges that lasted well into the night. We spent the next day exploring all the beauty (and more food) of Budapest.image

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Some of the reasons to visit St. Maarten – St. Martin

Originally posted on Treading on two endearing cultures:

At the beginning we didn’t really have any reason for choosing  St. Maarten except that we wanted to experience the Caribbean, it didn’t matter which island. I don’t even know how it started, but once we decided – to vacation in St. Martin – coincidentally we started noticing TV shows and articles about St. Maarten, especially on House Hunters.  Delighted by all the information, we simultaneously got more ambitious, imagining ourselves having fun in St. Marteen. The flight was short compared to the one we usually take to Indonesia. It was only about 4 hrs.  We stayed on the Dutch side in Simpson Bay. Our condo/apartment had two bedrooms, a kitchen, dining and living room, and a huge deck that took us right onto the white sand.

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Beaches are beautiful with clear turquoise colored water and white sand . The nine days we spent there were warm and sunny, about…

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Auckland – the tenth most liveable city in the world – again…..

Originally posted on kookykiwis:

I am so grateful for the opportunity to experience life in a clean, green and peaceful place like New Zealand. So far, I have lived in Auckland, Christchurch and Hamilton and visited most parts of NZ. Sometimes you tend to take things for granted once you get used to them and when I read this morning how Auckland has been rated the 10th most livable city in the world I had the chance to mentally review all the things I love about living here.
So in no particular order, here is my list of why I love Auckland:

  • You can drive in almost any direction in Auckland and still be within 20 kms of a beach. My fave beach is Maraetai in South-East Auckland – a beautiful white sand beach full of colorful gorgeous sea shells, a long pier extending into the blue sheltered waters, a great playground for the…

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Photo Essay: Barcelona

Originally posted on The Travel Corner:

“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” – Henry David Thoreau

As the first post in a series dedicated to the enchanting city of Barcelona, this photo essay aims to capture some of its many facets in an attempt to demonstrate why the capital of Catalonia should be explored at least once by any traveller.

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Afternoon breeze in Badalona. The small town is part of Barcelona’s metropolitan area and easily accessible by train.

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Overlooking Barcelona harbour from Park Montjuic.

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Watching the sun rise over the sandy beaches of Badalona.

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Panoramic view over the city from the Museu Nacional d’Art de Catalunya.

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The unspoiled natural beauty of Park Montjuic.

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Gaudí’s unique mosaic work adorning Park Güell.

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Casa Batlló, an outstanding artistic achievement and one of Barcelona’s most beloved landmarks.

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A month on the French Riviera

Originally posted on From pickles to Paris:

The Promenade des Anglais, or the coast of the Mediterranean Sea, a twenty minute walk from my host mom's apartment and my favorite place in the city.

The Promenade des Anglais, or the coast of the Mediterranean Sea, a twenty minute walk from my host mom’s apartment and my favorite place in the city.

For those of you who didn’t know, my absence for the last month is explained by my participation in a study abroad program in the beautiful city of Nice (pronounced like the English word “niece”), France. While I was technically taking a journalism class while over there, I learned more about the culture and language of this southern France city than I ever could have learned about being a journalist.

After more than 24 hours in airplanes and airports, finally landing in Nice was a frightful blessing. It had just dawned on me that I had dropped myself into a country who’s language and culture I knew very, very little about (though my friend I was traveling with knew the language very well)…

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Making Me Hot (In A Non-Romantic Health-Based Context): Part 3

Originally posted on only tales:

And on Saturday, I awoke to the hum of my air conditioner doing its very best to keep me adequately chilled. I’m rather like a very expensive, refrigerated egg. I need a layers of soft padding, plenty of sitting time, and a cool, dry climate to relax in–that is, before I’m made into an omelet dead.

Within the confines of 621 City Econo Lodge, everything was fine. Cool air, a board that was being passed as a mattress for sleeping, and plenty of anime-style X-Men cartoons (that are CLEARLY for adult eyes only! Kids these days). Out there, however, the rabble of city life was much too rabbled for my delicate constitution. Also, I shouldn’t have to explain the mind-numbing, skin-melting, egg-frying heat of this tropical prison.

I felt a lot like the hapless vaguely-German Nazi in Raiders of the Lost Ark. Except less Nazi-y and more annoyed. At this…

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End of Summer, Looking Back on Puerto Vallarta

Originally posted on Where She Goes:

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August is almost over and fall is fast approaching. The days will be getting shorter and colder and I’ll be trading in my ice coffees for pumpkin spiced lattes. Though the summer is slipping away ever so quickly, and we’re preparing for our upcoming trip to Copenhagen, Amsterdam, and Berlin, I’m still thinking of warm sandy beaches and fruity drinks in coconuts. One of the last tropical trips I took was to Puerto Vallarta a couple of years ago in November. While the summer is coming to an end, I suppose I’ll always have Mexico.

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