– Hey, Céline! These houses look like an ice cream. – Roy said. – Yes, this red house is like an ice cream, the one of a brand of Olá. – Céline responds smiling. – I miss summer so badly, the sea, the hot sun touching my skin, the longer days to stay with friends, the … More New Coast in Aveiro
– Chloé, get the backpacks ready. Today we will visit the city of Aveiro. – said Anna. – I heard that Aveiro is similar to the Venice in Italy. – Yes, we could take a boat trip as well. – said Anna. – Our tour won’t be in the simple boat, they have a very … More Aveiro
The landscape was, of course, gorgeous. The rough sea, the sound of the seagulls, the black clouds, the force of nature and the wind was visible in the hair of the people passing by. – David, David, David, your hat. She shouted.
I looked inside the window, full of leaves … I do not know how long I stared there looking at the lights, the leaves and the shadows of the people passing by. Maybe it took twenty minutes. Long enough to photograph, to remember later.
– Oh, the great city! -Stan shouted and the pigeons flew with incredible speed. We got up early, to enjoy every second of our day, and the initial idea was to explore all the streets of Berlin, Germany. The streets were long and on every corner, we found monuments, squares, cathedrals and universities, they were … More Berlin, the City!
Mornings were my favourite part of the day. However, the hope of seeing the snow-covered city of Poznan was very low. The architecture of the city was something that fascinated me since I arrived in Poland, could lose myself every five minutes as I contemplated each facade of the houses.
A cold December wind blew, and the families went out to stroll through the Portuense streets. The Christmas lights were scattered everywhere, the children’s voices of happiness were everywhere through the narrow streets of Porto, and the scent of roasted chestnut brought to mind stories of childhood that remained to be told to the little … More Porto at winter time!
“Manchester,” Dariya said in a cheerful voice. I imagined during the trip from London to Manchester what the city would be like. “There,” Dariya said suddenly, pointing to the city, “we are already at Piccadilly Station. It was not the closest station to the Christmas market, however, it would only take 18 minutes on foot. … More Manchester – Christmas Market
I ran my fingers over the books, feeling each story inside the coloured covers. I could imagine them writing every preface just as I’m writing mine, scratching line after line when words did not come out as I wish they would. For a few moments, my body became immobilised and I simply focused on what … More Books
We spent the entire Sunday walking and investigating the architectural structures in detail. “This house has a very funny story,” Dylan murmured. Angela grinned. Did the pink panther stand here? Angela asked.