Another Italian Trip part 1:

My Story of Verona

I know it hasn’t been long since I told you my stories of “A trip to Tuscany and Beyond” but I’m back with another series on Italy as I just finished another trip to this beautiful country. This time I visited Verona, Venezia, Milano and some towns from the two big lakes: Garda and Como. 

As usual, I will be talking about these locations one at a time, despite spending only one day in each, so expect fairly short stories. 

The take off:

We booked the flight and all accommodations just a week prior, which made everything a bit pricier than usual. However, the return flight Bucharest – Bergamo (Milano) was only 64 euro, which isn’t bad at all. Waking up at 4 am is at the top of my hate list, along with coriander, but we all make sacrifices… After landing in Bergamo, we went window-shopping at the mall across the street from the airport as we had some time to kill before our bus to Verona.


The bus trip from Bergamo Orio al Serio Airport to Verona Porta Nuova took about 1.5 hr. We arrived in Verona around mid-day. We chose an accommodation near the train station as we were planning to travel by train and bus to Venezia and Garda. The hotel near Porta Nuova was great and I do recommend it. It’s called Novo Hotel Rossi. Besides its great location, it was opened recently and it’s very modern and clean. 

Only a few hours to spare? Here’s what you can do in Verona:

Our half-day in Verona started with a walk to the Castelvecchio (Old Castle) which is a red-brick structure, with a big bridge and a great view. It also holds a museum, which we didn’t visit as we still had a lot of walking left to do, but if you have more time than we did, it might be worth considering it. 

View of Verona from Castelvecchio Bridge

After taking plenty of picks on the Castelvecchio Bridge, we made our way through the city centre, passing Piazza Bra and Verona Arena, which is extremely similar to Rome’s Colosseum. To a non-architecture-connoisseur and with pictures taken from the right angles, they’re pretty much interchangeable. However, it appeared that the Arena is in use for concerts, opera, etc.

Piazza Bra and Verona Arena

Our further wanderings led us to Piazza delle Erbe, one of the busiest ones, and of course, to Juliet’s House. After staying in a fast-moving queue to take pictures with Juliet’s statue and her very shiny right breast (you’re supposed to rub it for good luck), we wandered the streets a bit more. Juliet’s House is also open for visitors, but most people only go for the statue. However, if you’re a big fan, you can go up and take pictures on Juliet’s balcony and reenact the famous “Oh, Romeo” scene. 

Inside Juliet’s House courtyard

Completely exhausted by this time, we surrendered and went back to the hotel, where we ordered pizza delivery, using an app we use at home (Glovo). Surprised that the app works, we got two pizzas and asked for no cutlery, not knowing that our pizza would arrive uncut. Is that some sort of new Italian trend? Anyways, we had some fun eating and then got some well-deserved rest to be ready to tackle the following day in Venezia. So, stay tuned for my next story.

The June Book Review

The Binding by Bridget Collins

After spending some more time with the second and third books of The Daevabad Trilogy, about which I wrote in my last review here, I needed some time to readjust. That series hooked me and it felt hard to pick up something, fearing it might disappoint. I have not reviewed the second and third books as I don’t want to spoil them for you, in case you decide to read the trilogy.

This month’s novel:

The Binding” is an adult fantasy novel, written by Bridget Collins. I read somewhere that this was her debut with adult fantasy, as she’s been writing young adult fiction before. I would say it was quite a successful debut.
The plot is what caught my attention: a world where people’s memories are bound into books. Cool, right? Well, of course, there’s a catch. You lose those memories completely, so that poses the question: aren’t you actually giving up and losing a part of yourself?

The story:
The book starts with Emmett, a young man from a farmer family, who is not doing so well. He is in poor health and can no longer help around at the farm. He receives an invitation to become a bookbinder’s apprentice and his family urges him to go.
We then are slowly…painfully slowly to my taste, introduced to the bookbinding world through the old bookbinder and her mysterious house.
We find out that Emmett has the gift of binding, which is the reason for his sickness, but it will pass as he gets accustomed to binding.

At one point, a weird scene takes place, where another character makes a brief appearance, Lucian Darney. He seems to make quite an impression on Emmett, as the latter falls ill again.
Later on, the bookbinder passes away and her son takes Emmett as an apprentice in the big city. However, here, bookbinding is a full business and Emmett finds himself disapproving of the way books, memories, and people are treated as currency. He is also sent to do a binding himself, to the house of…you guessed it, Lucian Darnay.

HUGE SPOILER ALERT! (highlight the ‘invisible’ text below to read through the spoiler 😛 )
There he finds a book with his name on it and decides to burn it. Burning a book makes the memories come back. As the book burns, the next part of “The Binding” starts, showing us Emmett’s memories. And yes, Lucian Darnay was a big part of those memories. I won’t get into more of the specifics, except to tell you that Lucian had also chosen to bind himself.
After getting the whole backstory from Emmett, in the third part of the book, we are now reading from Lucian’s perspective, get to know him and his awful father better as well as the terrible society he lives in.
The book ends abruptly, with the two young men running away from people chasing them.

Did I like it?
Overall, I did. But still, what caught me and kept me going was the idea of a world in which people would bind their memories. The first part was a bit murky and slow, but it mirrored Emmett’s bound/clouded thoughts at the time, so it made sense.
I thoroughly enjoyed the second part, which seemed to be a completely different story. The last part felt again a bit dragged, and with the abrupt end, I felt like I needed more. More of the young men’s story together perhaps. Oh yes, if it wasn’t already apparent, this story has LGBTQ characters.

So, I would say I give this book 4/5 stars. The idea behind it was amazing, it wasn’t a bad read at all and if you like books about books, fantasy with a bit of romance, and a satire to cynical society, you should read it.

My Story of Constanța, Romania

I interrupt my regular stories from memory lane and bring you a fresh from the oven trip that just happened last weekend. With travelling abroad still being a bit of a hassle, travelling inside the country is currently more convenient. And so, as the company I work for decided to give us two Wellness (free) Fridays every month, I took Monday off too, for a long weekend and went to Constanța. 

Constanța (pronounced Constantza, meaning “constant”) is a city in the west of Romania, on the shore of the Black Sea. What makes it a great place for a trip is that you can combine a regular city-break, usually cultural tourism, with a seaside vacation. My sister accompanied me on this trip and we decided to travel by train. 

View of the beach from the stairs

Getting there:

We took a private-operated train from Bucharest North Station that took us to Constanța in about 2 hours. We booked the tickets online and paid for them on the train. The price was also very good, at only about 10 euro for one full ticket and one student ticket. 

The accommodation:

We booked a room in a modern villa, in a quiet neighbourhood near the beach. As you stepped out of the villa and headed to the end of the street, you came upon some wooden steps, on a poppy-speckled hillside that took you down to the vast beach. On the other end of the street, you only had to cross the boulevard to get to a big, popular restaurant in Constanța, called La Scoica (“At the Seashell”). Also on the boulevard, a bus station for a bus that takes you to the city centre, the train station, or in the opposite direction, to Mamaia (a popular resort-town in Romania).

TIP TIME: Speaking of the bus, you can pay for the ticket via text message, which is a big plus, especially for tourists who couldn’t find a ticket-vending-shop. You can pay for a one-hour ticket on all lines, a one-day ticket, a one-week ticket, or for just a one-line ticket. 

How we spent the time:

Panoramic view of the centre from the Mosque

Day One:

As we got there around lunch on Friday, we dropped off our luggage and headed straight for the beach. We spent a few hours there, then had an early dinner at the restaurant mentioned before. Afterwards, we went to the city centre to meet a friend of my sister’s and stroll around the ‘old town’. This part of Constanța is full of restaurants and also has many old buildings and museums. We went up the minaret of the Great Mosque of Constanța. As a port city, Constanța (known as Tomis in Antiquity) has a great history of trading and many peoples of different cultures and religions have gathered here. The 360 view from the top was beautiful and worth the climb. After we had enough of gazing over the panorama, we continued our stroll through the city centre until we reached the seafront walkway, another beautiful part of the city.

Here, the walkway has been paved and boarded by spaces of grass and trees, which also feature small pavilions here and there, as well as benches. The biggest attraction on the seafront is the Casino. Unfortunately, at the moment it’s covered, as it’s being renovated, hopefully, to be brought back to its original glory very soon. As we reach the end of this walkway, the tourist port opens up in front, with small boats and yachts docked on one side and fancy, modern restaurants and bars on the other. We had a drink at one of these terraces, called Bacaro Port – as we found out later on, considered to be one of the best in Constanța. 

Day two:

Food from Bosfor Turkish Restaurant

On the following day, a Saturday, the beach was slightly more crowded (there had barely been any people on Friday), but still nice and quiet. After basking in the sun for a while, by 12, some clouds were beginning to gather and thunder could be heard in the distance. We decided it was better to pack up and go for lunch. By the time we got ready for lunch, it started raining fairly heavily. Lucky for us, a bus came right as we were opening our apps to call a cab. We got on and it took us to the city centre. From there, we walked for about 5 minutes and stopped at a Turkish restaurant we heard might be good, called Bosfor Turkish Restaurant. And it was great. The food was delicious and the service was very nice and fast. I got to drink Turkish tea again and tried some eggplant salad, hummus, tabbouleh, and a sort of beef stew, all very good. After lunch, we went back to our room as the temperature had dropped considerably, and we needed more cover. 

After 5 pm, some museums were open with free entrance until 11 pm, as it was the Night of the Museums. We decided to visit the Romanian Navy Museum, which was very interesting, with different exhibits, from old ship models to various navigation instruments. After this, we also visited the temporary exhibits of the Art Museum. 

Day three:

On Sunday we spent the morning at the beach again, then went to the Natural History Museum that features a small zoo, a planetarium, and a dolphin show. We strolled the alleys and watched the animals, enjoying, in particular, the llamas and alpacas, but also the raccoons and otters. Another storm was approaching, so we went to the Planetarium. 

TIP TIME: the ticket to the Planetarium, includes access to the small zoo. You can also buy a full ticket, which also includes access to a dolphin show. Remember to check the timetable of the shows both for the Planetarium and the dolphins, so you don’t end up wandering about with anything to do. 

It was the third time I attended a Planetarium demonstration with my sister, which I guess makes it “our thing”. It was enjoyable and interesting, although at times I felt like the lady who presented got a bit lost in her discourse and strayed from the topic at hand. However, watching the sky unfold is an engulfing experience that makes you forget the Earth for a bit and have your head over the clouds… I also appreciated the technological advances of the Planetarium, since I last attended a demonstration. This time, we were able to see real-time up-close images of the planets and the moon. 

After spending some more time with the lady who presented to find out if dark nebulae produce stars, just as regular nebulae (the ones that appear lit and colourful) do (it turns out they do) and a heavy rain started pouring, we eventually took courage and ventured through the ‘rivers’ flooding the alleys of the Museum to get to the bus. Once off the bus, we stopped for dinner at La Scoica. 

As the storm kept going, we spent the evening inside, relaxing and watching TV. We were hoping to get a few more hours at the beach on Monday morning, but given the storm, the temperatures were too low to enjoy, even if it was sunny. 

Last day:

The city centre

And so, we packed our bags, but left them at the villa for a few more hours, to be able to move more freely. We did go to one of the beach bars for coffee, then walked to the city centre for lunch at the Turkish restaurant. This time, I tried a “Turkish pizza” and a delicious dessert I didn’t know about before, called güllaç. 

Güllaç and Turkish black tea

All in all, it felt great being a tourist in my own country and got to better appreciate the perks of visiting Constanța and having the best of both worlds: cityscape and seascape. 

A Trip to Tuscany and Beyond part 4

My Story of La Spezia & Cinque Terre

After the short overnight stop in Pisa, we left, by train, of course, to our final destination: Cinque Terre

If you haven’t heard of Cinque Terre, you definitely saw at least one picture on the internet, depicting a cluster of colourful villas perched on a stone cliff by the sea. Cinque Terre is a string of five (cinque) coastal towns along the Italian Riviera. The five towns are, from north to south: Monterosso, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola and Riomaggiore. And every one of them is worth at least a sneak peek. But, all in its good time. 

First things first, where did we stay? Introducing: La Spezia

Being such a popular region, the five towns can be quite pricey in terms of accommodation, though that doesn’t have to scare you. As I’ve mentioned before, my trips are mostly low-budget, so I stayed further away from the main points of interest. That means, my accommodation was in La Spezia. This is a city south of Cinque Terre, about 10 minutes away by train from Riomaggiore, the nearest town. 

Seafood at La Nuova Spezia

After getting settled into a small but clean and nice room near the train station, we, as usual, went in search of food. We headed to the seafront as we thought that was our best chance to find good, fresh fish and seafood. On our way, we passed through the city centre and wandered about. However, once we reached the seafront and got plenty of pictures, we realised the only eatery near the port was closed for the day. Luckily, a local gentleman, walking his nice golden retriever, was kind enough to direct us to what he called “the best restaurant”. Well, I would say he was not mistaken. A nicely designed restaurant, with impeccable service and amazing food, was what we found and fell in love with. If I recall correctly, this restaurant was called La Nuova Spezia

After gorging ourselves on delicious food, we resumed our wandering and discovered that the street our accommodation was on, was lined with trees. Trees that emitted a very familiar smell, the same one we were intrigued about in the Medici-Riccardi Garden in Florence and thought it was jasmine. Well, it wasn’t. Turns out that the infatuating smell was coming from orange flowers and those were orange trees.

Orange trees on a street in La Spezia

Side note: After some research, we discovered that orange flowers are often used in perfume-making, sometimes prefered to the jasmine ones, as those are more expensive. 

And now, for la piece de resistance: Cinque Terre

The following day was fully reserved for us to explore the famous region. And so, we went to the train station and started our journey.


  1. You can buy your train pass to Cinque Terre from La Spezia train station or in any other station from Cinque Terre.
  2. The train pass includes one-day unlimited trips on the Cinque Terre route. This means you can train-hop from town to town as many times as you want.
  3. Trips take only a few minutes from one town to the other. 
  4. Trains arrive at each station every few minutes, with the longest break being around 30 minutes. However, you can check the schedule in every train station, especially to make sure you don’t miss the last one if it gets late
  5. Most importantly – the train pass we bought, also gave us unlimited access to all trekking paths and the use of some busses inside the towns. You can find more information here.
Panoramic view of Vernazza

The Itinerary:

The lady who sold us the pass also gave us very useful info and tips on how to make the best out of our time in Cinque Terre. This is why, instead of taking the train to the first station: Riomaggiore; or the last: Monterosso, we took the train to Vernazza. The main reason for that was that at the time, the trail between Vernazza and Monterosso was the only one open. So, make sure you check that too, before embarking on this trip (even if it’s at the last minute, as we did).

View from the trail

Starting from Vernazza, also gave us the trail, or at least most of it, to ourselves, as most tourists were starting it from Monterosso. It took us roughly 1.5 hours to get to Monterosso, counting stops for photos and admiring the view. Coming into Monterosso from the trail, you get to see the town peeking around the cliffs from afar. At the end of the trail, you arrive on the beach and get to relax. 

All the trekking got us hungry too, so we wandered the winding cobbled streets in search of food. We found a supermarket and our eyes fell on some porchetta and some fresh bread. We asked the nice lady cutting charcuterie if she could make us porchetta sandwiches. Although it might have been a rather odd request, she was happy to help and so we left the shop with two big porchetta sandwiches that we ate on a bench on a street in Monterosso.  

Painted wall in Manarola

After Monterosso, we hopped on the train to Corniglia, then Manarola, and finally Riomaggiore. We spent roughly one hour in each town and each one has a special something that sets it apart from the rest. Manarola has a tunnel and painted walls, Corniglia is the most quiet, etc. However, as a whole, they become truly beautiful. If I would have to choose a favourite I would pick Monterosso and Corniglia. Monterosso, for the experience, and Corniglia for its quaint atmosphere. However, the best part was, by far, walking the trail from Vernazza to Monterosso. And truly, Cinque Terre is beautiful and worth visiting. 

Sneak peek of Riomaggiore


We left La Spezia the following day and headed to Bologna, where we would board the plane home. On our way, we had to switch trains in Parma, with a two-hour wait in between trains. As I was (surprise, surprise) hungry, we left the station for a while, to get a glimpse of Parma and we were not sorry. The streets were quiet and on one of them, fairly close to the train station, we found a shop that sold food. Both cooked and uncooked. And it was one of the most wonderful shops I set foot in. I wanted to buy everything! I settled for some rice and pie, though. 


In Bologna, we had the afternoon to wander through the city centre and it was worth the walk although it was quite crowded, as they were preparing for some sort of festival. And we were insanely tired and despite loving the trip, already looking forward to home.

You have reached the end of “A Trip to Tuscany and Beyond”. For more similar stories, make sure to follow my blog. Check out the previous parts of this trip below. Thanks for reading!

A Trip to Tuscany and Beyond part 3

My Story of Lucca and Pisa, Italy

We left Siena on a Sunday and unfortunately, there were no direct trains from there to Lucca or Pisa and the connection was somewhere near Florence. Moreover, luck was not on our side as we got off the train to see the connecting train leaving the station. Which meant we had two hours to kill until the next train and absolutely nothing to do. Why? Because it was Sunday, we were in a very small train station, the only shop closed and no people around. Finally, the train arrived and took us to Lucca. And, if you remember from my previous post about Siena, our tickets were still valid when we boarded the second train.

View of Piazza San Martino, Lucca

A bit about this nice town:

Lucca is a walled city about 30 minutes away from Pisa, that hosts Saint Martin’s Cathedral, several towers, and palaces. As it was already early afternoon and some fairly threatening clouds were gathering in the distance, we didn’t explore the whole walled town, but did visit the Cathedral and its museum and walked a bit the paved streets. 

Saint Martin’s Cathedral

Side note: Why did we go to Lucca though? Well, because the reader in me takes note of any beautifully described places she finds in novels and adds them to a travel list. Lucca had been on this list for many years, ever since I read “The Book of Love” by Kathleen McGowan. Besides some of the action taking place in Lucca, the Cathedral was also built at that time and it featured a small labyrinth on the wall by the entrance, which carried a great symbolism in the book. However, in real life, it is said to represent Daedalus’ labyrinth. But then again, why would such a labyrinth be on a Catholic building? For those of you who are intrigued by conspiracy theories, check it out. 

On the Wall of Lucca (the wide alley on the left is part of the wall). The storm is coming

Should you visit Lucca?

Overall, Lucca is worth visiting. I very much enjoyed it, despite only spending a short time there. If you are in the area and have a couple of hours to spare, you should definitely go. There’s enough to see, without being overcrowded with tourists, which means you can also enjoy some quiet, relaxing time. 

It’s Pisa time!

We left Lucca just in time to be spared of the storm and headed to Pisa, where we had booked our accommodation. I remember taking the bus from the train station, as the villa we were staying at was on the other side of the city, and so the bus trip was fairly long and convoluted. After getting off the bus, we still had some way to walk and by then the rain had reached Pisa too. The villa was located in a very beautiful, rather fancy neighbourhood, full of grand villas that boasted gorgeous gardens. This part of the city was very quiet and it was a pleasure to walk on those streets as we headed to the Leaning Tower of Pisa

The Leaning Tower of Pisa

The famous Leaning Tower:

As we approached the Tower, we could see the crowds gathering, and boy, what crowds. As always, we steered as clear as we could from the crowds and the queues, took plenty of pictures of the Tower, walked around Piazza del Duomo, which is a very beautiful place, then left in search of food. We walked most of Pisa’s centre until we decided on a restaurant, where we, of course, had some pasta. 

Piazza del Duomo, Pisa

Side note: I was satisfied with the little time I had in Pisa and didn’t really wish for more. However, if you want to visit the Tower, make sure you have plenty of time and patience. Perhaps, book your visit in advance.

With all the travelling we’d done for the day, we slowly walked back to the villa and retired for the night, getting ready to leave Pisa the next day for our following destination, and story: La Spezia and Cinque Terre. To be continued…

A Trip to Tuscany and Beyond part 2

My Story of Siena, Italy

After a couple of days in Florence, we took the train to Siena. The trip took roughly one hour and a half and it was fairly pleasant. The train goes through the Tuscan countryside, giving a glimpse of vineyards, winding roads lined with tall trees that lead to old country villas, a beautiful sight. 

A fuzzy view of the Tuscan countryside from the train

TIP TIME: the train tickets can be bought online or from one of the machines at the train station. Some of them worked with card payment too and were, in general, quite user-friendly. If you choose to get an actual ticket, instead of a digital one, make sure you stamp it at one of the tiny stamp machines found in the station. Once stamped, the ticket is valid for the destination for up to 4 hours, or at least it used to be, a couple of years ago 🙂 . 

A new place to explore

Arriving in Siena, we took the stairs up to the city perched on the top of the hill, with the train station at its feet. Luckily, there were escalators among them, so despite being long, the way to the top didn’t leave us breathless. 

However, our accommodation was on the other side of the city, so we took a walk straight through to the old centre of Siena to get there. Which made for a great walk. Both wide and narrow cobbled streets, lined with old, quaint buildings led our way to the great plaza at the heart of it all – Piazza del Campo. This is the square you’ll mostly see on the internet (and at the top of this article), by far the most popular place in Siena. You’ll also find here, the Palazzo Pubblico, a 13th-century town hall that sports a big clock tower and houses the civic museum. But, as you’ve probably already got used to my ways of travelling, I did not visit this landmark, except for its impressive outside. 

One of the streets in Siena

After reaching our accommodation and getting settled, well, let’s just say we weren’t in the mood for settling much and I, of course, was hungry. So, we went to a nearby restaurant, recommended by our hosts, which had traditional Italian cuisine, called Osteria da Gano, and where we enjoyed some well-deserved pasta. 

Looking for the known, finding the unknown

After setting our stomachs at ease, we went right back to the city centre, this time, looking for the other most famous place in Siena – Piazza del Duomo – a square that houses the Dome of Siena, slightly smaller than the Cathedral Santa Maria del Fiore from Florence, but very similar in architecture otherwise. Besides the Duomo, I was fascinated by some rather modern sculptures on the opposite side of it. I’m not sure if it was a temporary exhibit or if they are always there, but I suggest you look for the sculptures of Alberto Inglesi

Duomo di Siena

Once we had enough of walking around Siena, and got hungry…again, we thankfully discovered a place that had porchetta. If you’ve missed My Story of Rome, Italy, in which I thoroughly praise this Italian god-sent food, you can have a looksy. This place in Siena was a sort of fast food, where you could get different types of sandwiches. Next to it and having the same owner, and old gentleman ready to please and feed customers, was a steakhouse where we had dinner the following day.

A view from the hotel terrace

Adventuring…our way

And speaking of the following day, we decided to go the unbeaten path and wander around (literally) the old fortified centre, looking for other interesting things to see. We ended up going way further than the train station, seeing a part of the “regular” Siena, instead of the old one. We went around the city and got caught in the rain while walking by the side of a road with no sidewalk… which, of course, made the day memorable. And again, the view was splendid. After all that walking, we finally settled for a coffee on the terrace of the hotel and enjoyed the view of the Tuscan country – and that was my favourite part. 

In my next story, I’ll tell you all about Lucca and Pisa. To be continued…

A Trip to Tuscany and Beyond part 1

My Story of Florence, Italy

A year after the road trip through the Balkans, the spring of 2019 took us to Italy. I’d been dreaming about seeing the famous Tuscany, Florence, Cinque Terre, and a particular small town called Lucca for many years and it was finally time. But with Italy being further away, we decided that instead of a road trip, we would fly there and then use the public rails to get around by train.

And so, we started our trip landing in Bologna. The main reason we chose this city was that it offered, at the time, the best round-trip flight price of all. From there, we took the train to Florence, where we spent 2 days. 

Evening view of Ponte Vecchio

Florence was great, although we’ve been bad tourists and haven’t visited the main attractions, like the Uffizi Gallery or the Accademia Gallery, home to Michelangelo’s David.

TIP TIME: If you’re going to Florence for these, you have to book your tickets online, and even if you do so, expect to stand in a huge line. So book a whole day just for these and arm yourself with patience and water.

Anyway, after arriving, we went to the centre to do a bit of recon, look for gelato, of course, and get a feel of the land, in general. It was a long but pleasant walk from our accommodation to the city centre and on that walk, on one of the cobblestoned streets, we found La Prosciutteria, a small eatery, which we later found out is part of a chain of restaurants around Italy. Here, we ate yummy sandwiches and drank some of their brews.

The feast at La Prosciutteria

After stuffing our faces, we continued on the winding streets and reached Ponte Vecchio. This is an old bridge as its name also suggests ponte vecchio=old bridge, lined up with small workshops of different crafts, particularly jewelry, although in the old days it was occupied by butchers and tanners. After crossing the bridge, going through Piazza della Signoria and walking a bit more, we finally reached the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, one of the greatest (literally) points of interest in Firenze. We went around it twice and then settled for a gelato.

Palazzo Vecchio

The following day, we took pretty much the same tour, with a short stop at Uffizi Gallery, where the whole Piazzale degli Uffizi was full of people waiting in 3 or 4 queues to get to visit the gallery. So we decided to skip these lines and check out the one at the Accademia Gallery, where indeed there was only one… that went around the building… so, we skipped that one as well. However, we decided to visit a lesser-known museum in Florence, the Riccardi Medici Palace, which we thoroughly enjoyed, particularly the Medici Gardens, filled with gorgeous blooming trees with an enticing smell that we thought was jasmine. 

Funny face in the Medici Gardens

After the gardens, we also checked out the DaVinci Museum. If you’re ever in Florence, do visit it, especially if you’re going with children. Several replicas of DaVinci’s inventions are exhibited and you can use them to see how they work. The entire exhibit is very interactive and we took turns trying out the inventions and wondering at the marvelous mind this man had. 

All in all, our stop in Florence was a rather lazy one, but despite visiting many cities, this whole trip was meant to be relaxing, so we took it slow. Nevertheless, Florence is a lovely and lively city that is worth visiting. Next stop: Siena. To be continued…

The April Book Review

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The City of Brass

I was such a lazy reader this month, I only started reading in the last few days. Thankfully, the book has got me so caught up, I could barely put it down. The book I’m talking about is “The City of Brass” by S.A. Chakraborty. An adult fantasy novel, that marks the beginning of “The Daevabad Trilogy”. Beware, there are spoilers ahead.

So what is this about?

We start by being introduced to Nahri, a con artist from Cairo, who gets by in her daily life, tricking gullible patrons into giving her money or jewels in exchange for different cures or rituals she performs. Though Nahri is mainly a fraud, she does have a knack for disease and cures, as she can sense someone’s illness and can, in most cases, heal them. Her body also heals itself. However, Nahri doesn’t believe in magic or spirits, like most people, in 18th century Cairo, do. 

And, yes, you guessed it – her non-beliefs are about to change. It all starts when she performs a zar – a ritual meant to get rid of evil spirits, an exorcism of sorts. Unfortunately, something goes wrong as in her incantations she uses the language only known to her (yes, she had that too and didn’t believe in magic) and manages to summon the evil spirit within the little girl she was doing the zar for. On her way home through a cemetery, she’s being followed by the same little girl (obviously possessed) and here she manages to summon an ancient warrior who comes to her aid. 

They flee Cairo together and a journey of discovery begins. Not only of an entirely new world but also of Nahri, who, of course, is what humans call a djinn and what djinn call a daeva. Not only that, but she’s also part of a long-lost clan of daevas, the Nahid, who had healing powers. The warrior aiding her, also a legendary character in the daeva’s world, used to be a most loyal defender of the nahids. His name is Dara. And he’s terribly handsome and skilled in combat. And he can drive a carpet. 

Hold up!

Now now, I know it reads like I’m making fun and with all summarised like this, it all might seem too obvious or over the top – but as I read, what was happening was not apparent or predictable, which is why it kept me going. And yes, we discover a magical world and find out about djinn and flying carpets, but that is the point. And trust me, this world is pretty awesome. Not only in the magical sense of things, but also because the author manages to build it in a quite believable way. 

Daevabad, the City of Brass, is home to several tribes of djinn, now ruled by the Quahtani family. We find out a lot about this city’s history, the revolts, wars, and rivalries between the tribes, and how all the characters are interconnected. 

And speaking of characters, although Nahri is introduced first and she seems to be the main character, and the story flows from her perspective, we are later on introduced to Ali, the second son of the king of Daevabad, whose perspective shows us the city, the intrigues, the violence and generally the social life of the djinn. The main animosities are between the ruler family, belonging to the Gezira tribe, the Daeva tribe, and the shafit

And here’s where it gets even better. The shafit are half-djinn/half-human and although some of them are just as powerful as pureblood djinn, they are treated as the lesser race. These issues are thousands of years old when wars were fought. Some of them by…drumroll…Dara – the warrior djinn helping Nahri. 

After many obstacles, Nahri and Dara finally get to Daevabad, where they’re received by the king. Nahri goes on to live at the palace and starts treating patients, while Dara goes off after the ifrit (the evil spirits from the beginning). Nahri starts to befriend Ali and when Dara returns tension builds up between the two men. As Dara wants to flee Daevabad with Nahri, Ali stands in their way, a whole massacre takes place and despite us rooting for one character or the other, we realise they’re all just part of a much greater scheme, they have yet to take control over. 

Why I liked it:

The two different storylines that intertwined seem to be to my taste. You get plenty of characters and despite not all being very detailed, you still get enough of them one way or another. 

The main characters are likable but quite flawed, with all of them, especially Ali and Daeva going to some extremes, that can take you out of your comfort zones and throw you into liking one or the other more, but only briefly. The female protagonist is not your usual damsel-in-distress, nor some “I have these new powers and I’m gonna take on a thousand-year-old villain” kind of gal either. 

There’s some romance, but not abundant. The main theme is still a social one, with religion, politics, and various schemes at its core. We also get family relationships with all their good and bad. Above all, rules the “greater good/evil/meaning/society”, that trumps father-son relations or any romantic trio. 

Overall, I hope I didn’t give you too many spoilers and I rate this book at 5/5. I might have different feelings about it once I dive into the other books in the trilogy, but with it still fresh on my mind, I truly like it.

Road Trip through the Balkans part 2

My Story of Croatia

After two wonderful days in Montenegro, we headed over to Croatia, with a first stop in the one and only, most popular: Dubrovnik

Yes, one of the jewels of the Adriatic Coast, the town of Dubrovnik has become more and more popular in the past few years, particularly due to the Game of Thrones series, that used the stone-paved streets and stoned walls of Dubrovnik as filming location. However, the series is not what makes Dubrovnik great. The old town of Dubrovnik is like a fortress and a labyrinth of stone. We got there around 10 am and the streets were already packed and buzzing with tourists. Moreover, it was also, weirdly, scorching hot. The sun was blazing and warming up the many stones and making everyone sweaty. If you took the side streets and got lost in the labyrinth, you could get shelter from the sun and that’s exactly what we did. After meandering around for a while, the heat got the best of us and we really wanted to get to our accommodation that was all the way to Split – another great city on the Adriatic Coast.Here too we booked a studio with a kitchenette in a small town just outside of Split, called Stobreč.

Panoramic view of Dubrovnik

TIP TIME: Compared to the other Balkan countries, Croatia is a bit more expensive, particularly in tourist areas such as Dubrovnik or Split. So if you are on a low budget, avoid the centres and look for accommodation and restaurants more on the outskirts. 

After getting settled, we hopped in the car and headed to the center of Split. This center contains the remains of Diocletian’s Palace and is surrounded by stone walls. We wandered through the streets, marveled at the columns, and ate a sort of pizza-sandwich-shawarma on the steps of the ruins of the Palace of Diocletian. I have to say, perhaps it might have been the slightly cooler weather of the afternoon, or just me being more relaxed, but I liked Split better than Dubrovnik. 

Columns in Split

On the following day, we took a short trip to a nearby town, called Trogir. It’s located on a tiny island that’s connected to the mainland through a tiny bridge. And it is wonderful. The waterfront is the perfect promenade place, the stone streets – the perfect labyrinth to get lost in. There’s also a castle/fort and a tower – really fairytale-like. We also stumbled upon a choir singing beautifully, so pretty much perfect.

View of Trogir waterfront

After the short trip to Trogir, we returned to Stobreč, to relax on the small beach that was nearly deserted and very quiet. And then, of course, we got hungry. On our car trips, we spotted a remote fish restaurant and decided to check it out. We were not sorry. Although it didn’t look like much from the outside, the inside was nicely decorated, and the food was absolutely incredible and at very good prices. The restaurant is called Bistro Torcida Stobreč.

Fish and seafood at Bistro Torcida Stobrec

The following day we left Split and headed towards Plitvice Lakes National Park, one of those places you always see pictures of on the internet and say “I wanna go there somewhere”. Well, I did, and it was amazing. Plitvice is a huge park with lakes, hundreds of waterfalls and splendid views. You can get there by car, park it in the designated parking lots at one of the two entrances in the park. You can also buy your ticket at the info point and get a map of the various trails you can walk. We decided on a trail that should have taken us about 5-6 hours. If you’ve read some of my other articles, you may have noticed we’re quite fast-paced tourists, which is why it only took us 3 hours 🙂 Besides walking, there’s an electric bus that will take you from the entrance, deeper into the park, and depending on your chosen trail, you can also take a boat ride and cross the lake. Every step you take and every corner you round it’s an opportunity to take the best picture. 

The biggest waterfall in Plitvice Lakes National Park

TIP TIME: Try to reach the park earlier in the morning. It will be a bit less crowded. Also, it’s recommended to start at Entrance 2 – also considered less crowded. Moreover, if you go in the spring or summer, starting in the morning will spare you from the heat of noon. Despite being mostly in the cover of shadows, thanks to the many trees, having so much water around makes the humidity quite high, which in turn makes the heat less bearable. So make sure you have drinking water with you as well.

Once we got our fill of the beautiful Plitvice Lakes National Park, we started towards our accommodation, a few km away, in a quiet hill area. The villa we stayed at was modernly designed and had a pretty garden and a gorgeous view of the hills. This allowed us to get some well-deserved rest for the trip back home that started the next day. 

Zagreb city centre

We made a one-hour stop in Zagreb, the capital of Croatia, where we took a short walk around the city centre. Unfortunately, we didn’t really make time for Zagreb, but the city had a big number of museums worth visiting, so we made a note of returning someday and visiting them all. We then left for Belgrade, Serbia, where we were to stay overnight, before finally heading home to Bucharest, Romania. In Belgrade, we arrived in time for a free guided tour that gave us a better sense of the city and its history. Belgrade seemed familiar to me, although I’ve never been there before. Probably because there are some similarities between Serbia’s capital and Bucharest. 

Getting back home, we took again the road along the Danube, this time driving more on the Serbian side. It was very enjoyable, so if you ever have the chance, do take this scenic route. 

Road Tripping through the Balkans part 1

I kicked off the summer of 2018 with a road trip through the Balkans, or well, part of them. Started in Bucharest, Romania, and headed west, crossed the border to Bulgaria at Vidin, then quickly got to Serbia where we had an overnight stay in a town called Kragujevac. 

The next day, we headed towards Montenegro and the adventure truly began.

My Story of Montenegro

About an hour or so after crossing the Montenegrin border, we made the first stop as we entered the Durmitor National Park. Many people were stopping to take pictures from a bridge up in the mountains, or to zipline. After taking enough photos, we moved further into the heart of the Park and got to Crno Jezero (the Black Lake) that offered a breathtaking view (no filter needed). 

The Black Lake in Durmitor National Park

A bit of a bumpy ride

However, our final stop in Montenegro was Kotor, at the time, a mysterious town in a country we’ve never been to before. Speaking of the country, it’s all mountains and forests, at least the road, that we took to Kotor crossing the entire country, was like that and it was gorgeous. However, there was a downside to it. Through all the mountains and all the forests, we didn’t find a gas station and with my partner being picky about gas stations, we realised we might not make it to our destination, before running out of gas. So, we turned to google maps to check where we could find the nearest station, and luckily, it was on our way. Unluckily, it was still under construction. The next one was in Kotor, and as there wasn’t much we could do, we simply kept going. As we set the GPS to take us on the fastest route, driving on the highway, we heard it telling us to turn left and so we did. And there it was…the weirdest road a GPS could guide you through. A dirt and gravel road, wide enough for just one car, winding down on the side of a very steep cliff. And there we were, with a stone wall on the left, a beautiful, panoramic view of the far away (and very low) Gulf of Kotor on the right and a bunch of cows in front, minding their business and hogging the entire tiny road, looking at the aliens that we were. 

A hero comes along…with the gas to carry on

When the last cow was kind enough to let us pass, we continued down the mountain path and as we were descending, the gas ended and we were just moving along thanks to the road inclination. And the cherry on top, a car was coming from the opposite direction. YES! A car was coming! My partner rolled down the window and once the driver of the other car finally understood that we were truly out of gas, he was kind enough to help us out. And so, my partner went with him, to his house (yes, his house was on that cliff and we passed it as we were going down, but it seemed deserted). I stayed in the car and waited for what seemed like forever until they got back with gas, plus, a roll of homemade cheese and a kilo of cherries. So, I’m not sure if Montenegrins are all as hospitable as Vasili, but this guy was great. He was also looking for a wife at the time, so ladies, there’s a great catch living in Risan, near Kotor. 

And guess what, when we got to the first gas station, it was closed. But we were good to go for a few more km, so we took the ferry to cross over the water. Ferries are a regular thing in the Gulf of Kotor as it’s the best and fastest way to get from one side to the other. You can go around, but the road (although paved) is very narrow and it takes a long time to get to a town that otherwise seems to be close. After finally getting gas, we found our accommodation, a studio in a house on the waterfront. The landscape was so amazing, I would move there only for that view. 

An amazing place

Part of the wall of Kotor

Once settled, we went for a walk and in search of food. Food in Montenegro seemed to me to be simple but tasty and I liked it. The next day, we went for the piece de resistance – Kotor. There was a bus that passed our accommodation and although it has stations, the driver would only stop if you waved. And so, we got out of the house and onto the street, and on the bus. Remember that narrow road I mentioned earlier? Well, it appears that the bus not only can drive through it, but it can even pass another car from the opposite direction. That was one heck of a ride.

As we were approaching Kotor, the view was filled with cruise ships. Incredibly huge cruise ships, that seemed as big as my whole neighbourhood back home. The old town of Kotor is like a fortress, surrounded by high stone walls that go high up the mountain. The streets are also paved with big stones and all the buildings are made of the same material. But truly, the best thing about Kotor, or at least the one that got us the most excited were the cats. They were everywhere. They even had a museum of their own, which we, of course, visited. 

Kotor Old Town

Sailing off into the sunset, but not really

When we got out of the old town of Kotor, we still had plenty of time to kill, so we decided to go on a boat ride. We hopped on one last minute and headed out to the sea. Although the Gulf of Kotor opens up to the Adriatic Sea, it’s big enough and closed enough that it behaves more like a lake. The water was smooth and the captain of the boat was also our guide. He told us different stories about the Gulf, its history and importance during the wars, how the Germans or the Russians (or both) dug and built bunkers in the mountains surrounding the water, where they hid submarines and weapons. We entered the Adriatic and made a stop at the “Blue Cave”, where most of the tourists went for a swim, but as we were only city-walk-ready, we passed. When we got back inside the Gulf, we stopped again at the “Our Lady of the Rocks” Islet. This tiny piece of land was man-built and holds a church. There are various stories surrounding it, including someone seeing the icon of the Virgin on a rock out on the water and deciding to build a church there, in her honour. Another one is that a lot of ships (conquerors) got stranded and sunk as they tried to get through the very narrow open of the Gulf. The wreckage was dragged closer to the centre of the water and the island was built upon that wreckage. Pretty cool, right? And also slightly creepy.

Our Lady of the Rocks

All in all, we had a great time in Kotor (and a great adventure) and it’s definitely one of the places I would return to…or move to, as long as I had that beautiful view.

For the next part of “road tripping through the Balkans”, the story takes us to Croatia. To be continued…