I’ll admit it: During my flight to London last month, I was positive I’d be overwhelmed by a wave of regret for ever having left – from the moment I’d step into a Northern Line train. Well, that didn’t happen, and I had a great time despite the lack of drama.
When I hit Antalya, Turkey earlier this year, I expected a lot (think sandy beach, sun, palm trees), but the vibrant street life caught me off guard completely – in the best possible way.
It’s the kinda place where people go for all-inclusive beach holidays and end up not seeing anything but the hotel bar and maybe the pool, but oh my, there’s so much more to Antalya. Like the historic centre Kaleiçi with its stunning Ottoman houses, ancient ruins and the old harbour waiting at the end of it.
Berlin‘s Mauerpark amazes me. Although it has long turned into a giant tourist hub on Sundays (and the flea market there admittedly is pretty cool), the space is still among the most chilled ways to spend a Sunday afternoon in autumn. After getting a beautiful scarf that’s really more like a hippie blanket and therefore very suited for the nightmare of a winter here, we grabbed a beer or two and watched the cool kids do karaoke and play music. When it slowly dawned the whole crowd started to party and that was one of those moments where spending a weekend in your own city was better than any spa retreat.