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Gothenburg – a balance of old and new

Gothenburg is a city that welcomes you with a sense of ease and quiet confidence, blending the salty air from the west coast with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the hum of trams that glide through its streets. It is a place where the canals, remnants of its Dutch-influenced past, hold reflections of old shipyards, colorful wooden houses, and modern architecture, each telling its own quiet story to those who walk along them.

You can start your day in Gothenburg with a slow breakfast in Haga, the city’s oldest district, where cobbled streets and wooden facades lead you to small cafés serving cinnamon buns as big as your head. This area invites you to take your time, to notice the tiny boutiques filled with locally made ceramics, second-hand books, and Swedish-designed clothes that carry the spirit of practical beauty. The people you pass greet you with a nod or a smile, never intrusive, allowing you to feel at home even in your quiet exploration.

A walk along the canals towards the central market hall reveals the city’s relationship with the sea. Here, the smell of freshly caught fish meets the warmth of bread, and you can sit by the windows with a plate of shrimp or salmon while watching the city go about its day. The connection to the coast is ever-present, and if you take a tram to Saltholmen, you will find yourself among small boats and the promise of the archipelago, where granite cliffs and calm waters invite you to swim or simply sit and breathe in the landscape.

In Gothenburg, the parks feel like an extension of the streets, with Slottsskogen being a place where locals gather to walk, jog, or simply sit with a coffee and watch the deer wander in the open spaces. The botanical garden nearby is a place of stillness and green paths, offering moments of quiet reflection and a sense of peace.

For those who love art, Gothenburg offers the calm yet powerful presence of the city’s art museum, with its collection of Nordic art that feels deeply rooted in the landscape and history of the region. The Röda Sten art center, housed in an old boiler house by the river, carries the industrial heartbeat of the city into its contemporary exhibitions, reminding visitors of the creativity that moves under the surface of Gothenburg’s practical exterior.

Food in Gothenburg holds the freshness of the sea and the forests, and you can find small restaurants and food trucks offering dishes that celebrate this connection. Whether you choose a seafood platter, a simple bowl of fish soup, or freshly baked bread with cheese from nearby farms, the city offers tastes that align with its calm, genuine nature.

Evenings in Gothenburg can be spent by the waterfront in the areas around Stenpiren, where the sunset softens the edges of the cranes and the ferries as they pass by, or in small wine bars in Vasastan, where conversations feel unhurried. There is a sense that Gothenburg does not rush you but invites you to slow down and look around, to notice the light, the air, and the small interactions that shape a day here.

Visiting Gothenburg offers more than attractions; it offers a rhythm that is easy to join, where you can let the sea breeze and the warmth of local cafés guide your days. The city’s beauty lies in its balance of the old and the new, the urban and the coastal, and the sense of community that runs quietly through its streets. It is a place that leaves you with the feeling that you have experienced something genuine, allowing you to carry the calm energy of the city with you when you leave.

The western part of Crete

Going to the western part of Crete for a vacation is like stepping into a living postcard where every turn reveals something beautiful, wild, or surprising. The landscape constantly shifts between dramatic mountains, quiet olive groves, ancient ruins, and beaches that could easily be mistaken for the Caribbean. It’s a part of Greece that still feels deeply rooted in its traditions while welcoming travelers with open arms.

Arriving in Chania, the main hub in the west, is a perfect start. The old Venetian harbor has a kind of effortless charm, especially in the early morning before the crowds arrive or at sunset when the sky turns gold behind the lighthouse. Narrow alleys filled with bougainvillea lead to hidden cafés and small artisan shops where people are still handcrafting leather sandals or weaving rugs. It's easy to lose track of time here. You might stop for a coffee and end up talking to the café owner about Cretan music or island politics for an hour without even realizing it.

From Chania, the road winds along the coast and into the countryside, and this is where western Crete really starts to show its character. There are villages perched on hillsides where old men sit under plane trees, nursing tiny cups of strong coffee and watching the world go by as they have for decades. Driving through these places feels like slipping through layers of time. The pace is slow, deliberate, and it invites you to slow down too.

One of the most unforgettable experiences in this part of Crete is walking the Samaria Gorge. It's a long hike—roughly 16 kilometers—but the reward is immense. Towering cliffs, wild goats, cold mountain springs, and a path that eventually leads you down to the Libyan Sea. After hours of walking, reaching the small village of Agia Roumeli feels like finding a secret world. There are no roads here—only boats and footpaths. Most people only pass through, but staying the night brings a kind of peace that’s hard to describe. With no cars and barely any artificial light, you hear the sea more clearly, and the stars seem closer than usual.

The beaches in the west are among the best in Greece, and possibly all of Europe. Elafonissi stands out with its pink sand and shallow, turquoise waters. Even when it's crowded, it has a surreal beauty. Falassarna, on the other hand, is wider, wilder, and a great place to watch the sunset melt into the horizon. Balos Lagoon, accessible by boat or a rough road followed by a steep descent, looks almost too perfect to be real—like a painting of paradise. The water is warm, shallow, and shifts in color as the sun moves across the sky.

But the magic of the western part of Crete isn’t only in the big, dramatic places. It’s in the roadside tavernas where the food is made by someone’s grandmother and tastes like it’s been perfected over generations. It’s in the scent of thyme and sage carried by the wind, and in the sound of cicadas pulsing through the summer heat. It’s in the quiet satisfaction of having nowhere to be except exactly where you are.

There’s a richness to this part of the island that goes beyond the obvious beauty. History feels alive here, not locked in museums but woven into everyday life—whether it's the remains of a Minoan city, an Ottoman mosque, or a Byzantine church tucked behind a fig tree. And while the island welcomes visitors, it doesn’t try to become something it’s not. Western Crete holds on to its identity, and that’s exactly what makes it so compelling.

Leaving is hard. It sneaks up on you. You might not realize how deeply it’s worked its way into your heart until you’re on the plane home, looking down at the rugged coast disappearing beneath the clouds. It’s the kind of place you don’t just visit—you carry it with you, quietly, long after you’ve gone.

Going on a romantic weekend getaway

There’s something quietly transformative about going away for a romantic weekend with your partner. It doesn’t have to be extravagant or far away—what matters is the act of stepping out of the everyday together. You leave behind the to-do lists, the routines, the quiet chaos of daily life, and suddenly there’s space again. Space to look at each other with fresh eyes, to have unhurried conversations, to simply exist side by side without distraction. It’s a small thing,

really, but it can feel like pressing a reset button—not just on the relationship, but on your sense of presence and connection.
What I love most about these weekends is the feeling of being completely absorbed in a world of just two. Waking up slowly in a quiet place where no alarms are set, sharing breakfast in bed or taking a long walk through unfamiliar streets or along a secluded path. There’s something intimate in those in-between moments—holding hands without a destination, laughing at something small, sharing a bottle of wine as the light fades.

Part of the charm is in the change of scenery. Even a short trip—just a couple of hours away—can make everything feel different. A cozy cabin in the forest, a small hotel in a sleepy town, or a seaside cottage with windows that rattle in the wind. These places become little worlds of their own, where the only priority is to enjoy each other’s company. The outside world shrinks down, and all that’s left is the comfort of being together.

I think taking time like this is especially important when life gets busy. It’s so easy to slip into roles—colleagues, parents, planners, problem-solvers—and forget to just be two people who love each other. A weekend away reminds you of that original connection. It brings back the softness, the attention, the way you used to talk for hours just because you wanted to. And it doesn’t require anything grand. A simple dinner where no one’s in a rush, a morning where you stay in bed until the sun is high, a walk where the only plan is to enjoy it—these things matter more than any fancy itinerary.

Sometimes, when I’m away with my partner like that, I’m struck by how easy it is to fall in love again, even with someone you already love deeply. Not in some dramatic way, but in small glances, shared jokes, a look across the table. It’s not about fixing anything or escaping problems—it’s about remembering why you chose each other in the first place, and choosing again.

I also love how these weekends create memories that stick. Not the big, posed ones, but the small, textured memories—how the coffee tasted at that tiny café, the way the sheets felt cold at night, or how the sound of your partner laughing echoed in that unfamiliar room. These details become part of your shared history, little private chapters you can flip back to when things feel routine again.

And maybe that’s the real reason I value these romantic weekends: they remind me that love needs time. Not necessarily a lot of it, but time that’s intentional, time that says: you matter. We matter. Let’s protect this. Let’s make space for it to breathe.

Because in the end, love isn't built only on big gestures or milestone moments. It’s built, day by day, on attention. And taking a weekend together is just one way of paying that attention. It’s a quiet kind of devotion. A way of saying, “Even in the middle of everything, I choose you.”

Europe

Traveling through Europe is like walking through a living history book, with each country offering its own charm, rhythm, and depth. The continent is dense with culture, architecture, and natural beauty, and even a short trip can feel like a journey through many different worlds. From the quiet alpine villages of Switzerland to the sun-soaked coastlines of Portugal, every place holds a unique story.

There’s something particularly compelling about how close everything is in Europe. You can start your day eating pastries in a Parisian café and end it listening to live jazz in a smoky Amsterdam bar. The connections—by train, bus, or low-cost flight—make it easy to drift between countries, collecting impressions and memories as you go.

Among all the places I've traveled in Europe, a few stand out in my memory not only for their beauty, but for the feeling they gave me. One of my absolute favorites is the city of Lisbon. It’s a place that seems both old and young at the same time. The streets are steep and lined with pastel-colored buildings covered in tiles, and when the sun hits just right, the city feels like it’s glowing. There’s something relaxed about Lisbon, something deeply human in the way the city is always slightly crumbling but full of energy and creativity. Standing on the Miradouro da Senhora do Monte, watching the sunset over the Tagus River, is one of those quiet moments that stays with you.

Another place that made a strong impression on me is the region of Tuscany in Italy. Driving through the winding roads between Siena and Florence, the landscape looks almost too perfect to be real—rolling hills covered in olive groves, vineyards stretching into the horizon, ancient stone farmhouses standing in soft light. It’s a place that invites you to slow down. In the small town of Montepulciano, I once sat on the steps of an old church and drank red wine with some locals as they played folk songs. It was simple, but it felt like the heart of what makes travel meaningful.

Then there’s the Arctic beauty of northern Norway, especially around the Lofoten Islands. It’s dramatic and peaceful all at once—jagged peaks rising from the sea, tiny fishing villages painted red and yellow, the air always smelling faintly of salt and snow. In winter, the northern lights curl across the sky like glowing green smoke. In summer, the midnight sun stretches time in a strange and beautiful way. It's a place where silence feels full rather than empty.

Of course, there’s also Berlin, a city that never seems to rest. It’s not traditionally pretty in the way that Prague or Vienna might be, but Berlin is endlessly fascinating. It has layers—graffiti and grand museums, techno clubs and solemn memorials, Turkish markets and Soviet monuments. Every time I go back, I find something new, and something that challenges the way I think about history, politics, or art. It's a city that rewards curiosity.

I’ve also grown fond of small, less-visited places, like Český Krumlov in the Czech Republic, or the Isle of Skye in Scotland. These are places where time feels slower, where the crowds thin out, and you can hear your thoughts a little more clearly. In these places, it’s not about checking off landmarks—it’s about noticing the details: the smell of wood smoke from a chimney, the way fog hangs over a mountain, or the silence in a medieval alley at night.

Traveling in Europe has taught me to embrace a kind of presence I often forget in day-to-day life. It's about more than just seeing new places—it's about being changed by them. The best trips, for me, are the ones where I end up feeling a little different when I come home. Not because everything was perfect, but because I paid attention. Because I let the place shape me in small ways.

And maybe that’s what I love most—this quiet dialogue between traveler and place. It's never really about finding the best city or the most beautiful view. It’s about letting yourself be surprised, again and again, by the richness of the world.