I’m a massive fan of telling it like it is, which is something people often neglect to do when they are on holidays. We generally tend to show people the pretty family snaps of us laying on a beach in Bali rather than the reality of us sitting on a toilet for three days because we accidentally drank the water. I get it as I know which I’d rather see. Continue reading “The not so fun moments of our trip”
noun : a part of a city, especially a slum area, occupied by a minority group or groups.
Most people would understand what was meant if an area of a city was refered to as a ‘ghetto’. A few weeks ago we visited the original ghetto – Gheto.
Two weeks ago Andrew spontaneously said “Let’s go to Milan for a night.” and so we did just because we can – #Europeanlife.
Milan doesn’t seem to be high on the agenda for most tourists as people assume it’s boring. I hadn’t been there since I was four and a half when my family immigrated to Australia so I was pretty excited to be able visit it again. Especially after listening to my parents stories of their travels there.
Last week we jumped aboard an EasyJet flight to Budapest. It was one of the places we knew least about before leaving, so we arrived with no expectations and open minds. Six days later we left having enjoyed every minute of our time and wondering when we’ll come back. Continue reading “Budapest, and why I no longer fit in my jeans”
On Tuesday we flew to Budapest. Continue reading “Lucy’s journal in Budapest and Amsterdam”
Last Saturday, as I walked hurriedly and with purpose to our local shops, muttering “permisso” to every stupid tourist who stopped right in the middle of the street to consult their paper maps (they are not going to help, people!!!!), I noticed I was becoming a local. Continue reading “Livin’ la vida local”
Even in summer, when tourists outnumber locals more than two to one, Venice is a city where people live. In any place where people live, stuff needs to happen day-to-day. This stuff can get complicated when everything needs to happen by boat or on foot. Continue reading “Normal city things, Venetian style”
The reason why I am doing a piece of writing is this. We went to the Teatro La Fenice to get tickets for a opera and I saw a line of music boxes. I like music boxes so I bought the one I liked best which was called Triumphal March. Dad said I could only get it if I wrote something about it. This is the something I wrote. Continue reading “Triumphal March”