Traveling light is more than ability to pack all your clothes in one small
carry-on. It's about what we take and what we leave behind the moment when door
is closed and our feet are set on the path to the car, airport, or train
station. It does
Before my first trip to Italy, I read a lot of articles: how to order food, how
to be polite, and so on. From many textbooks and blogs I also learned that under
any circumstances, even if you are dying from thirst and hunger, you should
never ever order a
In late June, our family went to Florence. Midsummer heat had not covered the
city with a heavy hot and humid blanket yet, but we could feel it creeping
around the corner, coming soon. We spent a couple of nights in a hotel,
converted from an old residential building. In
Water pours down from the night sky as if from a shower faucet. We're standing
on a narrow wooden balcony, arms outstretched with kitchen pots, collecting
water for tea. The plumbing in the house has broken down. Heavy drops fall into
the pots with a loud “ding!”, playing
I like to travel. In fact, sometimes it comes to my mind that while traveling,
I feel somewhat more alive than when I am at home. (Not that I do not like my
home, I do!) Maybe it is an unpredictability that drives me into it. Or, maybe
my distant
