After a few weeks by ourselves in El Cotillo, Alex and I met up with our friends and their baby just an hour away in Parque Holandes.
This strange village is located in the middle of nowhere, in the desert of Las Dunas, half an hour drive to the next supermarket in Corralejo or Puerto Rosario.
There isn't much to do outside of the ocean in El Cotillo. And I love it.
Apart from a few cute cafés and restaurants, there's really just the beach.
As I'm overly serious about snorkelling, I made it my ritual to go to one of the beaches first thing in the morning during our stay in El Cotillo and to be in the water just after sunrise, only me and the fish.
For many Europeans, including myself, the Canary islands were a spot where our parents loved to vacation in the 2000s. I remember many spring holidays in small bungalows on Gran Canaria, surrounded by other Germans, in walking distance to a pebble beach and a schnitzel restaurant.
I also wasn't keen on changing planes, not wanting to expose myself and others to more possible Covid interactions than necessary.
This left me with exactly one place to go: Fuerteventura, right next to Gran Canaria.
hi! My name is Sarah and I am a travel addict. And I secretly went to the Canary Islands for several months.
It's been a while since I wrote a post about my favourite pieces of street art in Hamburg and you guys seem to still be reading it. While this makes me very happy, one part that I like most about public art is how quickly it changes. Some pieces are gone, some new ones appeared. It's definitely time to go on a new walk through Hamburg's Sternschanze area.
Did you google how to work from home because you can't go to the office due to the Corona virus?
I'm here o the rescue: In the last ten years I've worked in offices, on remote islands and from many kitchen tables and I'm pretty sure I have found a few more digital tricks to keep me from going crazy or from having more naps than work hours during the day.
The same ideas work for you if you're an aspiring digital nomad and try to set up a business, that isn't location bound.
I bet you've all arrived at a new place before and weren't “feeling it”. It can be too big or too small, too busy or with not enough going on – simply not what you had hoped for. When I arrived in Eilat in Israel, it was all of that.
"Are you cold, darling?" Kevin, the ticket inspector asked me on our train from Glasgow towards the Isle of Skye, while I was putting on my jacket. I agreed, assuming he was just trying to have a conversation. He then forced everybody in the entire coach to close the windows, while explaining to us which bridge we were about to cross and offering help with our luggage. This was the first of many overly friendly encounters, that almost made me feel like a bad person for not constantly offering help to everybody.
As a result, my friend Ashton (you might remember her from our trip to Laos) and I were in love with the Isle of Skye, before we even set foot on it.
My first travel memories are of the many times my Dad took me to Paris. I was fascinated by the Metro system, loved the abundance of crêpes stands and the proximity to Disneyland.
We always stayed in the same area – the quartier latin – and had a deal with each other that we could both choose the activities for one day each. Mine has always been Disneyland, his was always Versailles.
Judith and I have been travelling together for more than ten years now and are known for the most chaotic and randomly chosen trips. We’ve booked flights after several bottles of wine and ended up in Latvian beach towns and industrial areas in Poland, usually positively surprised but never well planned.
So, when we booked our flights to Budapest, we felt very grown up and reasonable: this is actually a place where people go on vacation!