If summer, then holidays! Once you know that your time at a specific place is getting to the end, you try to discover just one more, one more, and one more place. All those cities you planned to visit, all those things you wanted to do but in the end, of course you didn’t have time … More Holiday time!
The summer has arrived, so what to do during summer? Travel! For a while, I wanted to visit my dear Italian friend, Irene who works as an EVS volunteer at a Montessori school in Die (you can read more about her here). Die (no, don’t read it in the “English way”, but: Dee) is a lovely … More Die, a magical bubble
“Paris is always a good idea” – they say. I was of the same opinion so when a friend of mine offered to host me, I didn’t hesitate for a second. One week later, I was on the road to hitchhike to Paris (because why not, it’s only 700 km!) On the way, I managed to … More Paris is always a good idea
After the Pyrenees, I continued my trip to the mid-term EVS training in Narbonne, to this small seaside town in the Southwest France. With a big group of volunteers, we spent there 3 nights and 4 days with sharing experiences, evaluating our voluntary service and year in France and well, thinking about our future. The venue … More Life after the Pyrenees
Back to the sunny side, from Grenoble to Marseille, we thought. As we know by now, hitchhiking is the best way of travelling in France so we were ready to hit the road again. There was only a tiny problem: we had quite a low visibility that morning. Honestly, I didn’t expect it at all … More Last moments, first moments
I already spent a few regular Christmas days (sleep, eat, drink, repeat) so I thought it was high time to move, to discover a new place again – and I eventually did it with my favourite EVS volunteer-friend, Amr, who was on a spontaneous visit in Nîmes. So with our backpacks, we were ready for … More The Alps are calling
After a nice Couchsurfing experience in Bayonne – listening to The Police at a phonograph, checking out my host’s jukebox, collection of old posters, and talking about everything from the Hungarian festivals to Nagorno-Karabakh (South Caucasus) -, I headed to Marseille. As soon as the sun rose, I started hitchhiking: I had to, since I wanted … More Southwestern Adventures Vol. 4