Travel has been a big part of our lives for more than ten years. It all started in 2013, when my husband and I decided to explore Europe together. We didn’t have a long list or a strict plan. We just wanted to see the world—one city at a time. That first trip changed something in us. Since then, travel has become something we truly love. It’s not just a hobby. It’s a part of who we are.
Over the years, we’ve visited so many places. Each city brought something special. Paris, for example, has a way of pulling us back. We’ve gone there many times. There’s something about the charm of the streets, the way the lights shine at night, and the peaceful mornings with tea or hot chocolate and croissants that makes it feel like a dream. It’s hard to explain, but the city has a magic we can’t resist.
Then there’s Amsterdam. It’s become so familiar now, almost like a second home. We love walking along the canals, watching the boats, and enjoying the simple beauty of the city. Even in the rain, it has a special glow. Prague is another place we’ve returned to. It’s like a fairy tale—old buildings, cobbled streets, and a kind of quiet beauty that makes you want to slow down and just take it all in.
Other cities have touched our hearts too. Budapest amazed us with its history and style. Barcelona brought energy and color to our days. Madrid was full of life and warmth. Milan and Rome gave us fashion, history, and food we still talk about. Thessaloniki welcomed us with open arms, and Dublin gave us green spaces and good times. Each place left its own mark. Not just in photos, but in memories that come back when we least expect them.
What’s funny is, we never traveled just to check off places on a list. It was never about how many cities we could visit. It was about how a place made us feel. We were always looking for warmth—not just in the weather, but in the people, the streets, the small moments. Sometimes that warmth came from the sun on our faces as we sat by the sea. Other times, it came from a quiet evening walk along a river or a smile from a stranger.
Seasons played a big role in where we went. In the winter, we looked for cozy cities where lights danced in the dark and cafés felt like hugs. In the summer, we chased the sun. We wanted blue skies, outdoor dinners, and lazy afternoons. But more than anything, we followed our hearts. Some places called us back. Others were completely new. We let the feeling guide us—whatever felt right at the time.
As life moved forward, our travels changed too. The biggest change was becoming parents. When our daughter was born, some people thought we’d stop traveling. But we didn’t. In fact, we took her on her first trip when she was only four months old. Some people told us it was too soon. They said she wouldn’t remember it. But we believed it would still mean something. And we were right.
Even as a baby, she noticed everything. Her eyes followed the lights, the people, the colors. She listened closely to the sounds around her. She was calm in new places, curious and happy. Watching her discover the world reminded us why we started traveling in the first place. It’s about learning, growing, and feeling connected to something bigger.
Traveling with a child isn’t always easy. We’ve had to adjust. Now, we plan more carefully. We pick places with comfort in mind. We move at a slower pace. We take breaks more often. But in return, we get so much more out of each trip. Seeing the world through her eyes has been a gift. Things we once passed by without noticing have become magical again.
A simple walk along the Seine in Paris feels brand new when you’re pointing out boats to a toddler. A market in Spain turns into an adventure when she hears music and starts to dance. Even waiting at a train station can become a game, a moment to share stories or just laugh together. Everything is different now. And better.
We’ve had moments of stress, of course. Travel can be tiring. Flights get delayed. Nap times don’t always go as planned. But somehow, we always make it work. We’ve learned to let go of the small things and focus on the joy. Every trip is a memory in the making. Even the hard parts become stories we’ll tell with a smile one day.
More than anything, we want our daughter to grow up knowing how big and beautiful the world is. We want her to hear different languages, taste new foods, and meet people from different backgrounds. We want her to know that not everyone lives the same way—and that’s a good thing. The world is full of differences, and those differences are what make it so interesting.
We also hope she learns to be open, curious, and kind. Travel teaches those things in a natural way. It helps you see beyond your own small corner of the world. It teaches patience and flexibility. It shows you that sometimes the best moments happen when things don’t go as planned.
Of course, money plays a role in how often we can travel. We don’t take it for granted. We plan carefully, save when we can, and make the most of every trip. Some years, we travel more. Other times, we stay closer to home. But our passion for travel never fades. There are still so many places we want to see—some that we’ve been to before, and others we’ve only dreamed about.
It’s not just about going somewhere new. It’s about the feeling of being on a journey, together. The moments when we’re walking hand in hand through a new city, or sitting in silence as we watch the sunset over a place we’ve just met. Those are the moments that matter most.
This blog, this little travel diary of ours, is more than a list of destinations. It’s a record of the life we’re building—one full of adventure, love, and learning. It’s a reminder that life is short and the world is wide. And that if you’re lucky enough to see even a small part of it, you should go. Not because you have to. But because you can.
We don’t know where the road will take us next. Maybe it’ll be a small town we’ve never heard of. Maybe a place we’ve visited before that feels like home. Wherever it is, we’re ready. We’ll pack our bags, grab our daughter’s little shoes, and set off again—with open hearts and a deep sense of gratitude.
Because at the end of the day, travel is not just about places. It’s about moments. It’s about connection. It’s about growing together and making memories that last forever. And as long as we’re able, we’ll keep exploring—one step, one city, one story at a time.
