Seven Hills, Six Espressos
Four days of climbing, one tram I never caught, and a pastry that rearranged my afternoon.
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Four days of climbing, one tram I never caught, and a pastry that rearranged my afternoon.
Eleven days in a country built for looking closely — and what happened when I put the camera away.
The souk is not a shop, it's a conversation. Three days learning to have it badly, then better.
A rented hatchback, a broken aux cable, and the peace of driving somewhere that never gets dark.
Patagonia hides its best view behind weather. I waited four days. It was worth three.
Three hundred kilometres of switchbacks with a clutch hand I did not have on day one.
Naples doesn't do the polite version of anything, and the city is better for it.
Coca tea, slow stairs, and the humbling arithmetic of 3,400 metres.
Nothing stamped there yet — but it's on the list.