Galicia? That’s there somewhere in Poland? Two (almost identical) names cause confusion. The “other” Galicia with “z” actually belongs half to Poland and half to Ukraine and was once closely connected to Austria. But why are the lands (almost) the same? The Spanish Galicia goes back to the Celtic Gallaeker (Latin Gallaeci), a Celto-Iberian people, who settled in the region in ancient times. And Polish Galicia is based on Galich (Latin Galicia), a small town in western Ukraine.
So, let’s go to Spain: Continue reading
Palma’s a tonic for any traveller. With an old-world charm, a laid-back island pace and three-hundred days of sun a year, it’ll refresh even the most frazzled of souls. Add an array of cutesy coves, classy eateries and buzzing bars to that heady mix and you’ve got a top battery-recharger.
Let’s start the journey clockwise, starting at its capital: Palma! Continue reading
We arrived at the Sayak Airport in Siargao and there was a driver waiting for us with a table with our names on it. The driver was very friendly and took us about 40 minutes south-east of the island to General Luna. The drive was beautiful through green palm forests and little villages with children […]
The palms extend on two sides of the route and tint the landscape in a sea of green color. The leaves of the banana trees bow in the wind and in the shadows under the trees are some buffaloes and cows around. In part, you can see the typical picture of a bird sitting on the back of an animal. Just as it is known only from films or documentations. Partly on the street, there are pigs tied on branches which are taking a bath in the mud. Everywhere dogs are lying on the street. They look completely different. There are well-fed dogs with a collar and also you can see many poor destinies, who are struggling with eczema. You learn quickly here, to not cry for every sad fate you see. Continue reading
“There’s too much risk in loving.” the young boy said. “No,” said the old man, “there’s too much risk in not!” (Atticus)
The real journey of discovery is not to explore new landscapes, but to see old ones with new eyes.