Hello from Rome
After eight months away from Europe, I'm back in Rome doing what I do best: pretending I'm too sophisticated for tourist traps while queuing up to see the Trevi Fountain for the hundredth time.
Stories and reflections from my time living in Paris and travelling as a digital nomad across Europe.
After eight months away from Europe, I'm back in Rome doing what I do best: pretending I'm too sophisticated for tourist traps while queuing up to see the Trevi Fountain for the hundredth time.
After 8,000 kilometres across Australia's most remote landscapes, I've discovered that choosing between kangaroo-filled beaches and European coffee culture might be the hardest travel decision I've ever faced.
After fleeing Budapest's fascist government and crossing Australia's Nullarbor Plain, I'm still no closer to figuring out where home is supposed to be or what I'm supposed to do with my life.
After buying an apartment in Budapest's Jewish Quarter that turned out to be a "renovator's delight" and renting another in the Palace District, I've learnt that home is whatever you can make work while plotting your escape.