We travelled full time with our children and it cost us less than our home life.
We have always loved travelling. The feeling of seeing somewhere new for the very first time is like no other. Building a relationship with the place is also a very special experience that cannot be achieved merely by just a holiday. Every year since our children were young, we would go spend a month at a time in Florence, Italy. This became our home from home, we fell in love with the place. It was undoubtedly destined to be a special location for us as it was Florence that my Husband asked me to be his wife. Barely 19 years old, we had saved up £200 and managed to get cheap flights and a couple of nights in a beautiful bed and breakfast in the middle of the city. One evening after we had gone out for dinner, we went and listened to a violinist play ‘Vivaldi’s Four Seasons’ in a small Chiesa then upon returning to the rooftop, with the most striking views of the Duomo, my now Husband asked me to be his wife. So, the romance of Florence seemed to cement firmly in our bones from then on, and we returned each year. We would do this as cheaply as possible, by renting out a place on Airbnb for a month at off-peak times of the year and would find inexpensive flights. This way we would save up to £100 each month over the year, and get a month away in Italy with flights for less than £1000, which at the time we thought was amazing.
Two Rainy Days in New York City
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Mardipäev
In Estonia, Mardipäev is celebrated on November 10th Day of St. Martins. In the northern hemisphere often festivals and celebrations that were related to the agricultural world take place around the same time. Mardipäev shares similarities with festivals like Kekri in Finland, Vélinés in Lithuania, Calan Gaeaf in Wales and Samhain in Ireland.
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I remember when I first heard the word digital nomad in 2019. I had no clue what that was! But then I began researching digital nomads and became totally enamored by their lifestyles.
thewellnessxploraPublished 19 days ago in WanderThe 10 Reasons Why Travel is Important to Me
I grew up on a small island in the Caribbean. Even though there were many areas to visit, I was running out of places to explore as I got older. I also started to get curious about the world outside of the island and dreamed of exploring bigger places. I believe I started to suffer from what is called island fever, a concept I learned recently. It would explain a lot.
Diana LottiPublished 20 days ago in Wander
A guide to quitting your 9-5 and travelling the world
Hey, what's going on! Daniel here. Hope you're having an amazing start to your week! As I type this, it's 7:41pm local time in Mexico City and 69F... Perfect weather!
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Wuhan, a central Chinese city which straddles the Yangtze River, has gained global attention over the last year as the original epicenter of the Covid-19 pandemic. What the news reports do not capture is the charm of this city. Having spent eleven years there working as an English teacher, I came to know Wuhan as place with historic towers, temples, and bridges, as well as some of the kindest people I’ve ever met. There are vast clothing and jewelry markets that stretch out for miles and only open after dark when the city lights are glowing. Wuhan has four major museums, dozens of parks, and a bustling underground independent music and craft beer scene. Above all, Wuhan serves up spectacular food, some of which is completely unique to this city. If you’re lucky enough to have a chance to visit Wuhan, here are five dishes you can try.
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Past the homes of Washington and Jefferson and following a route that felt as zig-zag as the battlefield fences that crisscross the countryside, my partner and I headed east from the beaches of Virginia to the border of West Virginia.
A Beautiful Hike Around Strunjan Nature Reserve in Europe’s Green Capital — Slovenia
In the summer of 2019, I had the pleasure of staying in the small coastal town of Portorož in Slovenia. Slovenia’s coastline stretches just 47km across the Adriatic Sea, being sandwiched in between the beautiful beaches of Croatia and the port city Trieste that lies just beyond the border into Italy.
Warren PattersonPublished about 12 hours ago in Wander
A Journey to Wuhan’s Ziyang Park
When I lived in Wuhan, I used to spend a lot of time at this park near my the primary school where I worked. It was called Ziyang park, and I hated walking there. It was on a road which was in a state of constant upheaval due to construction. Since the sidewalk had been torn up, pedestrians and cyclists had to share a narrow sliver of fenced off street, and with no clear rules about which direction people were meant to be traveling in, everybody just smashed into each other in whatever way they wanted. Sometimes, breathing in motorcycle fumes and listening to the cacophony of car horns, I wondered if the walk was worth the destination. Even so, I knew that the stress of getting there was part of what made the destination special. The hustle and crush of bodies and vehicles outside provided a contrast which made Ziyang Park feel like a beacon of calm.
Gwbert to Mwynt
It had been a bit of a sleepless night for me, Grant's processed Gas Station food had played hell with my stomach and I spent much of the night bent over with indigestion. Thankfully I saw a light on in Ray's tent and paid him the old surprise visit as I knew Ray was carrying a pile of medical goodies in his rucksack. Ray came up with the goods and gave me two tabs for gut disorder, I was right as dodgers after ten minutes and so went back to the business of looking at the sky at night. It's amazing what's flying around up there at 3 in the morning. Satellites galore and other weird things, groups of stars that were stationery would suddenly shoot off in different directions. I was begining to wonder if those tablets really were for indigestion. Eventually I fell asleep and managed to wake everyone up with my snoring. Fantasti
Aberporth to New Quay..the easy way.
Looks like I left us with a bit of cliff hanger on the last blog - I didnt mean to, I just hit the Publish button by mistake - So I'll continue where I left off, with us all feeling a little fagged and shagged overlooking the beach at Aberporth. We would now have to walk across the north beach and then walk up a pile of steps to get onto the road which led to the road to the town square. What joy. So we did and that took about 10 minutes once more heading uphill, it was feeling hopeless. Then Grant who was ahead of us started waving to come on up. Salvation came in the form of the Morlan Pub - there was a cheerful beer garden right in front of us with friendly waitresses and beer aplenty. We threw the rucksacks on the floor and at last sat down - beers were ordered and we could now at last talk to each other. Beers arrived and the sun was still blazing away.
Dont Worry, its worse than it looks..
This, dear reader, is the part where it all gets weepy and tearful. We started off in great form, refreshed from the stop off in Mwnt and headed off past the lovely little church on the left of us. There was the small incline up a rocky path and then we were back on the coastal path, it looked promising and was even flat for a while. The heat was on us and sunburn started to become a problem. We battled on until we could see Aberporth in the distance. Aberporth has a Ministry of Defence (MOD) Base situated there and we could see all the high tech Aerials and Monitoring gear poking up in the sky - it was very far away, but at least there was some hope. Good things we saw along the way, were seals in the bays below and again stunning scenery, but the big problem here was that we just seemed to be making very little forward movement, we just went up one ravine and back down another and then climbed back up again. We were begining to stop more and more often. I must point out though that Ray wasnt too bothered, as the oldest and fittest member of the crew, Ray kept going without a murmur, whilst the rest of were moaning as if the Japanese Imperial Forces had us on a forced march with a bayonet in our backs.
I lost my pants in Texas - Part 1
I recently told a friend about writing this story. She said based on the title she imagined a wandering pair of pants in Texas. I thought that was a great idea. It is true that I do not know where my pants are and what had happened to them. They could be wandering somewhere. I hope someone found them and got a good use out of them. They were a nice pretty new pair of pants. If you do see some wandering blue jeans in Texas please make sure to let me know.
Gabriella KorosiPublished about 18 hours ago in Wander
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