Another year, another chance to see doors of the world. š I have this thing with doors, because I love daydreaming about what life is like for the people behind them. As a child, I was always stopping on the street to peer in peopleās homes. Not because I was particularly nosy, but because I was curious. I wanted to see how they lived their lives, things that were the same, our differences. I wanted to hear their laughter and listen to their stories. Travelling, I lose myself in imagining what happens behind doors of enchanting castles, grandeur facades, places of worship, historic homes, and cottages like this one I spotted on a hillside in Oban, Scotland.
Bratislava feels worlds away from Vienna, even though itās only a short journey by train. Visiting during the holiday season, we were surprised by the emptiness of the streets. As with so many eastern European countries, the city itself felt like a contrast of time periods- communist-era blocks intermingled with a medieval old town. St. Michaelās gate, shown here, is the only gate thatās been preserved from medieval fortifications of the cityās past.
