Oxymoron? It might seem like it, but thanks to modern technology and especially thanks to the amazing initiatives all around, we can also enrich our cultural life while in quarantine. Great, isn't it?

A week ago, I really had no idea how the situation would turn out, anyway, we are almost all quarantined now. From news, social media, even fridges and gossips we still hear how many people have been infected, how everything collapses, and we are going to end up having a huge crisis. But not everything is as bad as it...

I started my new travelling year in Romania where I visited an old friend of mine. It wasn't the first time I visited the country, but it was definitely the first time I feared I would be put in quarantine.

One of my new year's resolutions was to be more active on the English version of this website. Or to be more active in here in general, but I have to admit that the last weeks have not been so active when it comes to travelling. That is going to change soon though :)

It's been two months since I came to Spain, so it was time to leave it for a bit. Like for a long weekend, this time in Rome, where I met my Portuguese friend that I met back in the Czech Republic and that now lives in Bucharest. A Slovak girl living in Spain meets a Portuguese dude living in Romania. Makes sense, right? :)...

It's been a while since the last post in English, I know, and I promise I will catch up on the missing translations throughout the week. Today I would like to talk about something else than trips. From the previous posts it might look like in here we are just travelling, partying, eating out and in general living an idyllic...

The third week was quite active (for change). The traditional chase of sunset, movie night (finally), beer night (FINALLY) and a great trip to Valencia. Somehow I'm starting feeling my age...

The second week was as intense as the first one, and together with my co-trainees (yes, it's a word) we manage to do a lot of things: watch the sunset, paddlesurf (no waves for surfing this time), trip to Laguna rosa, a yoga class where I managed to fall asleep, parties and, of course, loads of trainings, workshops and...

Remember how I used to say it was time to move? Well, I did. Next 12 months I'm going to spend on the beach, practice surfing, chase sunsets, taste tinto de verano and tapas and learn how to enjoy the manana life style. Yes, I moved to Spain. Again.

This is a question I'm still trying to answer. However, after a week's surf camp in Fuertentura I'm not afraid to say that I totally fell in love with this sport and the sooner I get to practice again, the better. One can never get enough bruises, right?