CHATUCHAK WEEKEND MARKET. If you’ve got to know me through different posts, you already know I die for markets. No, I mean, really. I do. I could kill for them!
HAPPY AYUTTHAYA, WHEN DREAMS BEGIN TO COME TRUE: Still jet lagged, we got up early for a self-made tour of Ayutthaya. A tuk tuk took us to Hua Lamphong. We had fruit for breakfast and got our first class train ride. It came with coffee, pastries, hostesses, and AC. After an hour, Ayutthaya was there.
Victim of heavy jetlag, seeing Bangkok in the Daylight implies great expectations. Khao San road, Wat Phra Kaew, Wat Pho. Unbearable heat, boat rides and missing Wat Arun. The beauty of the Grand Palace and… what about a thai massage?
Why is it that I love packing cubes but hate to pack? Why do I procrastinate packing till minutes before boarding? Then I end up tired, in a race against time and always forgetting something vital. I have a packing block and I hate it.
Würzburg. Before departing I had mixed feelings about it. It was the first solo trip in a long time, and even though mom needs a break from time to time, the idea of my kids missing me was breaking my heart.
Prague, I needed a few minutes under the rain to fall in love with it. Mysterious as a lady, dangerous as a Medieval witch. Magic in Prague is all over, in the air, on the streets, in the nights.