Slow Travel
Europe by Train – Learning to Stop Worrying and Enjoy the Ride
What started as one of the most intimidating parts of our Europe trip eventually became one of our favourites. From learning platforms and carriage numbers to navigating delays, strikes and spontaneous day trips, train travel gave us freedom, scenery and a completely different way to experience the places between the destinations.
Girona – Fortified by Battle, Softened by Peace
Girona was the perfect final stop: a medieval fortress town softened by gardens, families, pintxos and wine. After weeks of crowds and constant movement, its walls, winding streets and quiet evenings gave us space to simply exist before one final storm turned the journey home into an adventure.
Palermo – Where We Stopped Looking and Started Living
Returning to Palermo four years later, we found a city that felt both familiar and completely different. This time, we stopped chasing sights and started living — wandering without maps, eating simple food, finding local streets, learning the stories behind the architecture, and discovering how deeply Palermo is shaped by community. Somewhere along the way,…
Valley of the Temples — Second Chances
Four years after a rushed first visit, we returned to Agrigento’s Valley of the Temples with time to slow down, learn, and finally understand what we were seeing. From Concordia and the Telamons to the landscape itself, the second visit turned ancient ruins into a living story.
Salerno to the Amalfi Coast: Walking the Path of the Lemons
A day trip from Salerno took us by ferry to Minori, then on foot along the Path of the Lemons to Maiori. Between terraced hillsides, sea views, lemon groves, countless stairs, limoncello spritzes, sorbet and lemon pasta, it was a peaceful taste of the Amalfi Coast that felt worlds away from Naples.
Ten Days in Florence: Food, Art and the City Between the Sights
Ten days in Florence gave us time to look beyond the crowds and famous sights. Between late dinners, local markets, Tuscan food, the Uffizi, quiet side streets and evenings along the Arno, the city slowly became familiar again — less like somewhere we were visiting and more like somewhere we briefly knew how to live.