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A Little Rest for the Soul — A Few Days in Prague

When people think about rest, they often picture palm trees and a warm beach.
But what if I told you that you can rest not just your body — but your soul — in the heart of Prague?

It almost feels unnecessary to say that Prague is beautiful — everyone knows that already.
This old city impresses you not just with its architecture and history but with an atmosphere you can’t quite explain.
A softness. A quiet magic.
A feeling that time here is patient with you.

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Getting There & Staying Central

Prague is divided into the Old Town and the New Town — but if you have only a short time, give your heart to the Old Town first.
Walk slowly through it.
Stand in the middle of the Old Town Square and let yourself sink into the fairytale of the Middle Ages.

Right there on the square stands one of Prague’s proudest symbols — the Týn Church from the 14th century.
Inside, there’s a little gallery, but honestly — the outside is magic enough.

Tips

Plan your Prague trip for spring or early autumn — the city feels softer when it’s not crowded. Stay near the Old Town — you’ll feel the calm before tourists wake up.

Wear comfortable shoes. The Old Town is best seen on foot — wander, get a little lost, and look up often. The magic is above eye level too.

The Clock That Holds the Sky

And just steps away, the Astronomical Clock catches your eye like something out of an ancient dream.
Seeing it in real life was something I won’t forget.

Built in 1410, it’s the third oldest working astronomical clock in the world.
Its central dial shows not just time — but the stars, the phases of the moon, the rising and setting of the sun.
It’s like holding the sky in the palm of your hand.

Even just wandering Prague’s narrow streets will change something in you — it did in me.

Tips

Visit the Astronomical Clock early or late — at night, the crowds thin and the square glows like a scene from a storybook.

I’m still traveling. Still learning. Still sharing.

If you’d like to follow the next chapters of my journey — come walk with me:
📸 Instagram: @nanastasia1111
With love, from wherever I am,
Anastasia 🌿

A Little Sweet Escape

When my feet finally grew tired from all the wandering, I treated myself to something sweet.
Sweets are everywhere here — little pastries, cakes, sugar hiding behind every corner.
It felt like the city itself was whispering: Slow down, taste something, remember you’re alive.

Tips

Always stop for sweets here. Pick a pastry you can’t pronounce — Prague’s cafés are part of the story.

A Shop for the Child Inside


And then, somewhere between sugar and old stone streets, I stumbled upon a shop I’ll never forget — a boutique that only sells toy ducks.

Yes. Ducks.

I stepped inside and was instantly eight years old again.
A whole tiny world of ducks: every color, every size, every theme you could imagine.
I couldn’t resist — I bought one for myself, one as a gift, and for a moment, I felt the bright sweetness of childhood again.

Who knew a little rubber duck could bring that much joy?

Tips

Leave space in your bag for a silly souvenir — something just for you. Sometimes the smallest thing holds the biggest smile later.

A City of Endless Corners


Prague holds so many treasures that you’ll never see them all in one visit — but I tried anyway.

One place you must not miss is Charles Bridge.
It’s not just a bridge — it’s like walking through an open-air museum above the river.
So many old statues, each one telling its own silent story.
I found myself stopping every few steps, wanting to know the secrets they’d keep if I could listen long enough

Tips

Cross the Charles Bridge at sunrise. Bring a warm scarf, a quiet wish, and a moment to watch the river carry old secrets away.

Under the Cathedral’s Shadow


Then there’s Prague’s Cathedral — a giant of gothic beauty that left me speechless.
Its size, its shadows, the power of it — you have to stand under that stone ceiling to understand.

Tips

Step inside when bells are ringing if you can — it gives the stone life. Don’t rush — stand still and just listen.

A Hidden Cottage in the Garden


And at last — the Petřín Gardens.
Up on the hill, they stretch out wide, dotted with ponds, cliffs, hidden paths, and the softest views of the city below.

Up there, I stumbled upon a little piece of magic: a hidden cottage where a real-life magician and artist lives — Reon Argondian.
As an artist myself, I was drawn in immediately — stepping inside felt like falling through a door into another universe.
His mystical art, the hush of his studio — it was like standing inside someone’s secret dream.

Tips

Wear good shoes for Petřín. Wander deeper than you planned. If you find Reon Argondian’s hidden studio — linger, and let it surprise you.

Leave a day unscheduled. Wander with no plan. Sometimes Prague’s greatest gift is found when you let her lead you.

What Prague Left in Me

This short trip to Prague reminded me:
Rest isn’t always sun and sand.
Sometimes, it’s a clock that holds the stars, a pastry on a cold street, a tiny duck that makes you grin.
It’s a cathedral that humbles you, a garden that opens your lungs, a hidden artist who invites you to see a world inside a world.

Prague is proof that some places rest your soul, not by taking you away — but by bringing you back to something gentle inside you.

I know I’ll come back.
There’s more magic waiting here.

Thank you for wandering with me.
More stories — more little worlds — are waiting. 🌙✨

✈️ I booked my flight through Kiwi.com — simple, flexible, and just right for when you want your journey to feel free, with room to wander beyond one city if your heart asks for it.

🛏 Give yourself the gift of waking up inside the story, not outside it — I found my cozy Prague stay on Trip.com, close enough to wander out the door and straight into magic.

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Real Travel Diary — Paris Not What I Expected

People romanticize Paris endlessly. But for me, it was never a city I felt drawn to.
I never dreamed of seeing it. It didn’t hold that magic for me — or so I thought.

But when my friend invited me to come along, I couldn’t say no.
Because for me, traveling is never just about the places — it’s about discovering parts of myself through the world.

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Expectations and Reality Collide

Through this trip, I didn’t just understand but felt what people mean when they say: Not everything is as it seems.
Until you stand somewhere with your own two feet, you’ll never really know whether a place or its culture will echo something inside you

Tips

🛫 If a place calls to you unexpectedly — trust it. Sometimes the cities we don’t plan for change us the most. If you’re curious, Kiwi.com can help you find a flight that fits what you didn’t even know you were ready for.

The First Breath at the Eiffel Tower

I had seen the Eiffel Tower a thousand times on screens. But the moment I saw it with my own eyes, my breath caught in my chest.
This thing I’d seen in photos and movies my whole life — suddenly, it was right there.
By day, it’s like a masterpiece by an architect whose name everyone knows.
By night, it’s something else entirely — shimmering with lights like a Christmas tree, alive and celebratory, like the city is throwing a party just because it can.

Paris feels like touching art, stepping into quiet luxury, and stumbling into a festival — all at once.

Tips

For famous sights like the Tower or museums, booking ahead saves you waiting in cold lines. Tiqets worked perfectly for me — more time to stand in awe, less time shivering.

I’m still traveling. Still learning. Still sharing.

If you’d like to follow the next chapters of my journey — come walk with me:
📸 Instagram: @nanastasia1111
With love, from wherever I am,
Anastasia 🌿

A Simple Morning, A Perfect Cup

What stayed with me the most was one winter morning.
It was cold, but soft. I found a small café with a view of the Eiffel Tower — I didn’t plan it, I just wandered in, following my breath.
I sat there with the richest coffee and cream I’ve ever tasted.
That moment felt like everything people write about Paris — simple, beautiful, fleeting.

Tips

Wake up early, find a café, order slowly. The best moments in Paris are quiet, warm, and unplanned — trust them to find you.

A Sweet Bite of Memory


And the food… it deserves its own love letter.
For anyone who loves delicate flavors and sweet treats, Paris is heaven.
I swear I tasted a Napoleon cake here that was even better than my grandmother’s — and I say that with so much love and a playful apology to her.

Tips

Leave space for dessert. Let go of calories and guilt — try the pastries you can’t pronounce. Taste is half the reason Paris stays in your memory forever.

What Paris Left in Me


This city taught me something simple but true:
You can’t really know a place just by reading about it.
Paris is one of those places you have to feel with your own breath, your own heartbeat, your own quiet mornings by a window.

Tips

Write your own version of every city you visit. Keep a journal. Take a photo of your table by the window. The real Paris will always live in those small details.

If I could tell my past self something, it would be this:

Don’t believe every story you hear — write your own.

Paris wasn’t the fairy tale people painted for me.
It was better — and messier — and softer.
A quiet morning, a warm pastry, a breath held under twinkling lights.

I left with a heart wider than before — and crumbs of croissant on my scarf.

So if you ever wonder if a place is worth it… go.
Not because someone said so — but because maybe there’s a version of you waiting there, holding a cup of coffee by a window, smiling back at you.

With love, from a little café near the Tower —
Anastasia 🌿✨

✈I used Kiwi.com to find a flexible, affordable flight. You can mix transport options like flights + trains easily.
🛏 Give yourself room for surprises. Stay near the heart of the city — Trip.com makes it easy to find cozy spots where you can wake up inside the story, not outside it.

Going with a friend can turn just another trip into something deeper. A private ride from the airport (I used GetTransfer) made our arrival smooth and calm — so we could focus on each other, not logistics.

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A Quiet Weekend on Mallorca — Where Time Slows Down

What could be better than spending a weekend on Mallorca?
It’s an island where time seems to pause.
Where mornings start with the smell of fresh coffee and the sea right in front of you,
days drift by as you look for hidden coves with crystal-clear water,
and evenings end with sunsets you can’t quite look away from.

Mallorca isn’t just beaches and sun — it’s a state of mind.
And this is my story about where to find its quietest corners —
and why I already know I’ll come back again and again.

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How It Started — A Ticket and an Open Road

A month before my trip, I found a good flight on Kiwi.com — Ryanair, nothing fancy, but quick and simple, just the way I needed it.
When I knew I’d be landing on an island like Mallorca, I also decided I wanted full freedom — no bus schedules, no waiting around.
So I booked a small rental car through Localrent.com — easy, clear, and from a local company that felt just right for this kind of road adventure.


I decided that if I was going to Mallorca, I wanted the freedom to go wherever the road called me — no bus schedules, no waiting around.

It turned out to be the best choice.
There are so many places on this island that you’d never reach without your own wheels.
When I landed, grabbed the keys, and stepped out of the parking lot,
I felt it right away — that tiny rush of freedom,
the open road ahead, no plan but my own,
just me and the map in my mind that hadn’t been drawn yet.

First Stop — A Grocery Store & a Roadside Picnic

My first destination wasn’t even my hotel.
It was Mercadona — a classic Spanish supermarket.
I filled my basket with water, fresh fruit, bread, jamón, and cheese — everything I needed for a simple sandwich to eat under the sun.

Driving down the road with my picnic on the passenger seat,
I caught myself smiling: Here it is. My start. No rush. No schedule. Just Mallorca.

Tips

Grab fresh local snacks for the road — you’ll save time and taste the island at the same time. And pack a bag you don’t mind getting sandy.

A Beach by Instinct — Playa de Illetes

The first beach I found was never on my list.
I was driving near the airport, saw a little sign,
and turned off the main road just because my gut told me to.

Playa de Illetes greeted me with a sunrise that felt unreal.
The air was fresh and almost sweet,
everything around me still waking up.
A few girls sat on the sand, listening to a meditation, quietly practicing yoga.
I just stood there for a moment — breathing, watching —
and felt something inside me slow down.

Tips

Trust detours. Some of the best places you’ll find in Mallorca aren’t planned — they’re hidden in left turns and quiet signs.

The Famous One — Es Trenc


Later that day, I headed across the island to Es Trenc —
the clear turquoise beach everyone talks about.
Yes, the water is as clear as they say — and yes, there were more people than I wanted.
The only place on my whole trip where I had to pay for parking — €8 for the day.
I stayed for about four hours: swimming, sunbathing, doing absolutely nothing.
And honestly? That was enough.

Tips

Es Trenc is lovely — but go early or near sunset to skip the crowds. And bring cash for parking!

The Road North — Where Mountains Meet the Sea


The next day, I went north and west —
where Mallorca hides its wild side: winding roads, mountain switchbacks,
and views so beautiful you want to pull over every five minutes.

I lost count of how many times I stopped just to take it all in —
wishing I had an old film camera to capture every bend, every turn, every breath of sea air.

Tips

If you rent a car, save one day for the mountain roads. Roll down your windows, drive slow, and stop whenever your heart tells you to.

Tuent Beach — A Secret at Sunset


One of those winding roads led me to Tuent Beach.
The road there is long and, at times, feels a little dangerous — steep curves, tight corners, cliffs that drop away.
But trust me: it’s worth every careful turn.

I arrived just as the sun began its slow goodbye.
There were barely any people left — the water had turned cool, perfect after the warm drive.
A few yachts floated near the shore.
I stood there and thought: I want to hold this moment forever.
On film. In my mind. In my heart.

Tips

Bring a warm layer and something to sit on. Sunset by the sea is best when you’re not in a rush to leave.

What Mallorca Taught Me

This trip reminded me of something simple I forget too easily:
Sometimes you have to stop.
Not forever — just long enough to feel the sun on your shoulders,
to watch the horizon swallow the sun,
to listen to your own breath and believe that this — this tiny piece of life — is enough.

Mallorca isn’t just beautiful places.
It’s that feeling of freedom you taste when you turn off the main road
and just follow whatever calls your name.

I know I’ll come back here.
Again and again.

Thank you for coming with me on this little island escape.
There are so many more stories waiting for us ahead.

✨ See you on the next road.
— With love, from Mallorca

Tanya

🛫 I found my flight on Kiwi.com — simple, flexible, exactly what I needed. For the car, I used Localrent.com and loved having a local rental with no fuss. If you want to roam where buses can’t reach, do it this way — freedom feels better behind the wheel.

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A Roman Holiday — My Route, Little Missteps & Sweet Moments

Rome is one of my favorite cities in Italy — maybe even in the world.
It’s one of those places that feels like stepping onto an old movie set: ancient stones under your feet, narrow streets buzzing with scooters, artists sketching under warm sun, the Vatican’s domes watching over everything, and food that tastes like a secret you want to keep.

I want to share my little Roman holiday with you — the good parts, the tiny mistakes, and the soft moments that made me promise myself: I’ll be back.

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How I Got There — A Tiny Lesson

I landed at Fiumicino Airport with my heart already racing — Rome does that to you before you even see it.
Wanting to be smart (and save a few euros), I bought a bus ticket to the city center.

Big mistake — or maybe just a small adventure.

The bus stop isn’t right outside the airport doors like I imagined. It’s about a 15-minute walk (with luggage, that feels like a hike through ancient ruins already). And there are signs everywhere, buses everywhere, and so many letters and numbers that my brain decided to just… hope for the best.

I ended up waiting almost an hour for the right bus. By the time I got to my hotel, I swore: never again.

On my way back, I took the train instead. €15, a smooth ride, straight to Roma Termini — no confusion, no guessing, just Rome rolling past the window.

Tips

If you want my honest advice: skip the bus from Fiumicino and hop on the train. Your legs and your patience will thank you.

Where I Stayed — In the Heart of It

I booked a hotel close to the historic center — Rome is best seen on foot. Every turn, every crooked alley, every hidden fountain is a gift.

I used Trip.com — quick, easy, and it gave me that little push of confidence that I was exactly where I needed to be.

Tips

Stay central, even for just a few nights. Rome rewards slow walkers and wanderers.

First Stop — The Colosseum

Of course, the first thing I did was head straight to the Colosseum.
Standing there felt unreal — this place I’d seen in history books, movies, and postcards… suddenly, it was in front of me, older than everything I know, grander than I’d hoped.

I booked my ticket in advance — no lines, just me, my wide eyes, and those ancient arches. Worth every cent.

Tips

Buy your tickets ahead. A little planning means more time staring at stones and imagining gladiators — and less time standing in lines under Rome’s sun.

A View Worth the Steps


Next, I wandered through the Roman Forum and climbed all the way up to the Monument to Victor Emmanuel II.
Breathless from the steps, I found myself standing above the city, rooftops and domes stretching into forever.

And the best part? Free. Just bring your legs and a bottle of water.

Tips

Not everything in Rome costs money — sometimes, the best view is waiting for you at the top of some marble steps.

Lunch — Thin Pizza & Happy Waiting


Rome runs on two things: history and carbs.
After all that climbing, I landed at Pizzeria da Baffetto. If you love thin Roman pizza, you probably already know the name. There’s always a line — I waited 40 minutes, stomach growling, eyes on the door.

When that first slice landed on my plate, I forgave the wait instantly.

Tips

Good pizza is worth standing for. Bring patience, appetite, and maybe a tiny snack for the line.

The Vatican — A City of Art


On my second day, I went to the Vatican Museums & Sistine Chapel.
It’s not just a museum — it’s an entire tiny city of marble, gold, frescoes that take your breath away, and endless corridors where you’ll lose track of time and yourself.

I spent four hours there and it still wasn’t enough.
Michelangelo’s ceiling. Ancient statues. Hushed whispers. All of it — more than I could hold in my mind.

Tips

Spring and summer? Book your tickets online early. Waiting outside for hours is not a Roman holiday — it’s just a sunburn.

Trevi Fountain — A Promise in a Coin


I let my feet lead me afterward — wandering narrow streets until the sound of water drew me to the Trevi Fountain.

It’s crowded. It’s bright. It’s everything you think it will be — and more.
I turned my back, made a wish I’ll keep secret, and tossed my coin over my left shoulder. I know I’ll be back — the fountain promised.

Tips

Go at sunrise if you want it almost to yourself. Otherwise, embrace the crowd — wishes feel bigger when you share them with strangers.

A Sweet Ending — Tiramisu & Sunset


That evening, I wanted something sweet.
I slipped into Pompi — legendary for a reason — but instead of classic tiramisu, I picked one with wild berries. I carried it through Rome’s dusk, climbed the Spanish Steps, and sat there at the top, fork in hand, sunset filling the sky.

It was noisy below, but up there? Just me, my dessert, and Rome glowing under a velvet sky.

Tips

Try the unexpected flavor. The classics are always there, but sometimes the best taste is the one you didn’t plan for.

A Little Wrap-Up

Rome is a city you don’t just visit — you feel it cling to you, gently, like the smell of espresso on your scarf.

It’s old stones and loud Vespas, pizza crusts and whispered wishes, sunlight on ancient marble and the hush inside a painted chapel.

I know I’ll come back. Because Rome doesn’t let you see it all at once — it invites you, piece by piece.

Arrivederci,
and may your Roman holiday find you exactly where you need to be.

💛 Tanya

🛫 I found my flight and car rental on Kiwi.com — one search, one booking, total freedom. If you want to roam where buses don’t go, do the same.

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Amsterdam Through My Eyes

I recently had the chance to add another country to my journey — the Netherlands.
I’d heard a lot about it, of course. But what I found there was nothing like what I expected.

The streets felt like something from a miniature world — calm, cozy, and full of gentle detail. Amsterdam wasn’t just a city; it was a spirit. A place that held both silence and freedom in the same breath. From the first moment, it welcomed me.

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The City That Feels Like a Pause

What surprised me most was the rhythm of the city.
I come from places where everything feels fast — people rushing, things always moving. But here, in Amsterdam, time felt slower. Not lazy. Just… mindful.

Tips

🛫 Getting there was part of the magic

I used Kiwi.com to book my flight.The flexible search helped me find a calm route that matched the energy I was seeking — simple, direct, and with time to breathe.

A Swing Over the Sky

One moment stays with me most: the swing at the top of A’DAM Lookout.
It’s not just a ride. It’s something else.

You lean back… and suddenly the city is beneath you, stretching out in all directions. The canals, the rooftops, the quiet. It was both terrifying and grounding. I felt like I could see my entire life from that height — the things I’ve lost, the things I’ve become.

I remember gripping the handles, laughing, crying a little. It was a moment of release.

Tips

For those breathtaking rooftop moments
If you’re curious to try the swing at A’DAM Lookout, book in advance through Tiqets. It allowed me to skip the line and savor the view with ease — and with a little less trembling.

I’m still traveling. Still learning. Still sharing.

If you’d like to follow the next chapters of my journey — come walk with me:
📸 Instagram: @nanastasia1111
With love, from wherever I am,
Anastasia 🌿

Bicycles and Bouquets

What I love most about traveling is noticing small things.
Like the way people park their bicycles here — casually, like they’re leaving part of themselves behind for a moment.
Or how the canals sparkle differently depending on the hour of day.

There’s music on every corner — not loud, not showy. Just someone playing a violin by a bridge, or a guitarist leaning against a red brick wall. I passed them in silence, feeling like I was walking through a memory.

Tips

Stay close to the streets that speak softly
I found my hotel through Trip.com, filtering by location and guest reviews. My little room overlooked the water — and the morning light was something I’ll never forget.

A Warm Drink by the Water


One of my favorite parts of the trip wasn’t an event.
It was a morning.

I sat at a tiny café beside the water, holding a warm cup of glühwein. It was raining just a little — that soft, poetic rain that doesn’t need an umbrella.

I remember thinking: “This is enough.”
No crowds. No big plans. Just me, the canal, the stillness, and a kind of happiness I hadn’t felt in a while.

Tips

Let the city guide your pace
Wandering is where the real beauty lives. I used no maps, no plans — just a warm drink and the soft rhythm of the city. If you want to feel the same, choose a place to stay near the canals, and begin your days without a schedule.

What Amsterdam Gave Me

This city didn’t ask me to be anyone.
It just let me exist.

That was the gift.
No pressure to be excited all the time. No need to perform.
Just walk, sit, breathe, look — and it would quietly hand you beauty.

I think we all need places like that.
Amsterdam was mine, and maybe — if you’re reading this — it could be yours too.

Light Travel Tips from Me to You
(not part of the story, just helpful if you’re planning)

✈I used Kiwi.com to find a flexible, affordable flight. You can mix transport options like flights + trains easily.
🛏 For my hotel, I booked through Trip.com — lots of cozy spots along the canals, perfect for quiet mornings.

The rooftop swing I mentioned? I booked it with Tiqets. It saved time, especially on a busy day.

🎟 And to make the arrival smooth, I used GetTransfer for a private airport pickup. Just easier when you’re traveling alone.

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Tenerife — A Place Where Elements Meet and the Soul Rests

Tenerife wasn’t a random choice.
For months, something in me had been quietly asking for rest — not just physical, but soul-deep. I was craving space. Beauty. A place where the noise would soften and I could hear myself again.

That’s when I kept seeing this island in my mind. A place where snow touches volcanoes… where the sea is black, and the breeze carries something sacred. I didn’t know why, but I felt called.

So I followed that pull — not as a tourist, but as a woman needing pause.

When I arrived in Puerto de la Cruz, the air itself felt different. Lighter. Slower. As if the island was whispering, “It’s okay now. You can exhale.”

The first morning, I walked along the rocky shore barefoot, with a coffee in hand. The ocean was wild and loud — but somehow, it made me feel quiet. Like it was roaring on my behalf.

That’s how my journey here began. With silence. With salt. With a heart slowly waking up.

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How I Got There — Following the Call Making the decision was the biggest step.

I stopped waiting for the perfect moment or the perfect company. I opened my laptop, searched for a flight, and said yes to myself.

Tips

🛫 Don’t wait for all the stars to align. Just find your route and trust yourself.

I used Kiwi.com to find the most flexible option — which honestly felt like a little bonus from the universe.

A Room by the Sea

I needed peace. Stillness. A view where I could watch the sea breathe.

I found Hotel Best Semiramis in Puerto de la Cruz, perched above the cliffs, with waves that sang me to sleep every night.

Tips

🏨 Let yourself choose beauty. You deserve a room with a view.

Trip.com made it easy — I could compare options without overthinking. That matters when your heart just wants to go.

I’m still traveling. Still learning. Still sharing.

If you’d like to follow the next chapters of my journey — come walk with me:
📸 Instagram: @olena.psy.coach
With love, from wherever I am,
Olena 🌿

Where the Elements Touch
Tenerife is a symphony of contrasts:

Green mountains draped in mist

Lava fields frozen in time

Natural ocean pools etched into volcanic rock

Villages where time slows to a whisper

I stood beneath Mount Teide and felt the ancient silence of the land. I swam in wild saltwater pools. I wandered streets scented with flowers and sea spray.

Tips

🎟️ I booked my Teide and Lago Martiánez tickets with Tiqets — their skip-the-line entry let me focus on presence, not queues.
🎧 And WeGoTrip gave me an audio guide that felt more like a story than a tour. I wandered with purpose, not a schedule.

Getting Around — At My Own Pace


Some of the most beautiful places on this island aren’t on a map. They live in the quiet turns, the mountain curves, the small towns untouched by time.

Tips

🚗 Freedom isn’t loud. Sometimes it’s a soft engine and a quiet road.

To reach them, I booked a private transfer through GetTransfer — it felt safe, respectful, easy. Later, I rented a car through EconomyBookings and let the road guide me.

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    What I Let Go Of I brought less this time. Just what I needed:

    My light shirt, a bikini, and favorite sunglasses.

    Tips

    🧳 Travel light. Let the place fill you — not your suitcase.

    I found them all in the Journey Glows Store. Beautiful, simple, intentional. Like the trip itself.

    Inside Me As a psychologist and coach, I’ve spent years helping others feel seen. But here, I let myself be seen — by the sky, the sea, the silence.

    Tenerife reminded me that joy doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it’s the gentle unfolding of breath… the feeling of sand under your feet… the warmth of sun on your back after tears.

    I didn’t just visit a place. I came home to a part of myself.

    If You’re Listening to the Whisper

    If your heart has been whispering too… I hope you listen.
    You don’t need all the answers. You don’t need a perfect plan.

    You just need a reason to go. And sometimes, that reason is simply: Because I want to feel alive again.

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      The Day a Street Melody Changed Everything
      Ten years ago, I was walking through my hometown when I heard something that stopped me in my tracks.

      It was a group of street musicians — not local, not even the usual Latin American performers I’d seen before. These were Indigenous musicians, likely from the Andes — Peru, Ecuador, maybe Bolivia. They played instruments I had never heard live before: the quena, the sampona, the ocarina… even the music of the wind. Their clothing was colorful, traditional, sacred. Their energy… unforgettable.

      I stood there in the middle of the street with tears in my eyes. Something opened in me. Something ancient. That day, a dream quietly began to grow: I want to visit Latin America. I want to see this culture with my own eyes — not just hear it on a street corner. I want to feel it, live it.

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      When Dreams Felt Too Big… and I Felt Too Small

      But for years, it felt impossible.

      I told myself I didn’t have enough money. That it was too far. Too hard. That I shouldn’t go alone. That I couldn’t. So, the dream stayed in the background — buried beneath fear and excuses.

      The Fear That Finally Made Me Move
      And then, everything changed.

      When fear swept through my country and my life started to feel uncertain, I made a choice. For the first time, I didn’t listen to the voice of fear. I listened to the voice of truth — the one that said, “Go.”

      So I did something wild: I booked a solo flight to Mexico.

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      🛫 Looking for affordable solo flights? I used Kiwi.com to find a flexible route — it made my dream trip possible.

      Landing in Mexico — and in a New Version of Myself
      I still remember the moment I landed. I took a breath… and instantly asked myself: Why did I wait so long?

      Mexico wrapped me in a kind of warmth I didn’t expect. The people were kind and open. There was something in their spirit that felt ancient and gentle — like the kindness of the very musicians who inspired my dream.

      Where Life and Death Danced Together
      I arrived just in time for Día de los Muertos.

      And it shook me.

      In my culture, death is pain. Silence. Tears. But in Mexico… it’s color, candles, music. It’s celebration. It’s connection. People build altars to honor their ancestors. They sing in cemeteries. They leave food, flowers, and letters for the ones they love.

      It was the most beautiful honoring of life — and death — I’ve ever seen.

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      🏨 To stay close to these cultural traditions, I booked my hotel through Trip.com — great options near Oaxaca and Mexico City.

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        Mayan Pyramids, Sacred Waters, and a Stillness That Healed Me

        I kept going — deeper into the Yucatán. I visited ancient pyramids built by the Maya and ran my fingers across stone that had survived empires. Then I swam in cenotes — sacred sinkholes once believed to be portals to the underworld. The water was cold and clear and quiet. Time felt suspended.

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        🎟️ I booked my Chichen Itza and cenote visits with Tiqets — the skip-the-line option gave me more time to truly connect with the place.
        🎧 I also used WeGoTrip audio tours — they helped me understand the stories and legends while exploring solo.

        Pink Lakes and the Quiet Beyond the Map Then… I found magic.

        I traveled to Las Coloradas, where the lakes are pink like melted cotton candy and the salt crunches beneath your feet. It looks like a filter, but it’s real. And it takes your breath away.

        I also visited villages so remote they felt suspended in time. Places where life is still deeply rooted in tradition — and where I felt myself reconnect with something lost.

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        🚗 Since public transport didn’t reach there, I booked a private car through GetTransfer — it made the journey so smooth and stress-free.Don’t miss the stunning Colored Canyon — make sure to book your tour early with WeGoTrip.

        My journey didn’t end in Mexico — it opened the door to a life I never thought was possible.

        Since then, I’ve continued traveling, exploring new cultures, ancient places, and quiet corners of the world that remind me who I am. From sacred ruins to silent deserts, from mountain towns to ocean cliffs… each place has left something with me — and taken something heavy away.
        If you’d like to walk alongside me, I share every step of my journey on Instagram — the beauty, the stillness, the wonder.
        I’d love to have you there 🤍
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        Here are some of my favorite moments — captured on the road, shared with love.

        I Traveled Far and Met Myself
        Through it all, I changed.

        I used to think travel was for other people. That it was a luxury. Now I understand — it’s soul work. It’s transformation. It’s healing. I didn’t just visit Mexico… I met a version of myself I didn’t know was waiting.

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        📱 I stayed connected throughout with an eSIM — and kept all my travel gear organized thanks to my favorite finds from the Journey Glows Store: a soft shawl, power bank, and my waterproof daypack.

        🚘 For exploring at my own pace, I also rented a car through EconomyBookings — it gave me full freedom.

        Don’t Let Your Dreams Wait Another Decade If I could tell the version of me from 10 years ago anything, it would be this:

        Your fears are not the truth.
        Your limitations are not fixed.
        And your dreams? They’re just waiting for you to say yes.

        Don’t wait 10 years like I did.

        If your soul is calling… go.

        What Helped Me Feel Safe and Free
        Everything I thought I couldn’t do… I did. And what helped was preparation, trust, and little things that made a big difference:

        🛫 Kiwi.com for flexible flights

        💸 WayAway for cashback rewards
        🏨 Trip.com for reliable accommodations
        🎟️ Tiqets for easy, fast entry to sacred sites
        🎧 WeGoTrip for soulful audio guides
        🚗 GetTransfer for stress-free, remote access
        🚘 EconomyBookings for total independence
        🧳 Journey Glows Store for every item I needed to feel confident and light

        ✨ Book now and let your own Travel story begin.

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