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I Lived in 4 Countries and This is What I Learnt
I was born and raised in Portugal but in the past 10 years, I have lived and worked in France, the UK, and Hungary. Each move came with a set of challenges and adventures, but also with lessons learnt, and there is nothing I would recommend more to anyone than to move, at least, once in their lives.
By Diana Bernardo5 years ago in Wander
New Haven, MO
I knew I didn’t want to drive more than 3-4 hours for our 4-5 day miniature vacation. I kept searching AIRBNB for a cabin in the woods that was up to my liking. Sure, there were plenty of cabins out there...but there were a lot of them that looked run down or too “primitive” for my liking. I came across this cabin in New Haven, MO.
By Vanessa R. Powell5 years ago in Wander
I live in a country where I don’t speak the language and this is what I learnt
A year ago, I decided to jump into a new adventure: I moved to Budapest! I was no stranger to moving: born and raised in Portugal, I had already lived in France and England but Hungary had a particular twist: I don’t speak Hungarian.
By Diana Bernardo5 years ago in Wander
Easter. Australia
I live in the Southern Hemisphere; in Australia. Where the night sky is illuminated by the twinkling stars of the Southern Cross. Where, as the days grow longer in the Northern Hemisphere, Easter comes as summer breathes her last warmth into cooling days. The heat at this time of year is subtler, steady, the days shorter; dusks glowering into bleeding gold and triumphant reds. The native trees are mostly eucalyptus. Some tower with ghostly white trunks but most are wily, their gnarled brown bark full of living things like beetle and weaving spider, or the winding highways of black ant, the dark hollow of sleeping possum. The ground at this time of year is hard, the native trees shedding leaves to cool their roots. Closer to the equator, wet season is closing and rivers run full with brown water. This land is no stranger to the extremes of nature. To Nature's cycles of death and rebirth or the miracle of regeneration. Where, after fire or drought or flooding rain - fire-blackened trees, cracked earth and deserts bloom full to leaf and flower, seemingly resurrected back to life.
By R.A Falconer 5 years ago in Wander
A One-Way Trip
I began dreaming about Southern California and the City of Angels when I was an angry teenager, locked in my room, listening to punk rock music. It was the early 2000s, and my life totally sucked back then. I felt imprisoned in a village of three hundred souls in rural Northern Italy. It was definitely a great place to live if you are a farmer, a wine producer, or a hermit, but not so great if you are a rebellious 16-year-old girl who is craving adventure and freedom. Despite the picturesque landscape of the Langhe, I simply could not fit in that homogenizing provincial lifestyle. It was suffocating. The same places, the same people, the same sidelong glances over and over again. Yet locked in my room, listening to my music, I could travel with my mind.
By Milena Anfosso5 years ago in Wander
