Adventures Near and Far

Our family's travelling story started back in the early 2000s, long before we were quite the crew we are now. Serbia and Hungary were the first places that made us fall in love with packing a bag and coming home with stories. Italy followed — art, food, and the kind of light that makes every photo look better than it deserves to. Mama and Papa also visited Montenegro in those years, and still talk about the coastline and the quiet mountain roads.

Egypt became our warm-weather tradition. The first trip was in 2019, and it was the beginning of a love affair with turquoise water, early mornings by the sea, and winter sunshine strong enough to make you forget Kraków's grey. We went back in 2021 and again in 2022, each time finding a slightly different rhythm — new corners of the coast, the same feeling of relief the moment you step off the plane into warmth.

In 2020 we explored closer to home: Warsaw, just a few hours from Kraków but full of its own character, and Turkey, where the food and the markets stayed with us long after the suitcases were unpacked. Albania was another story entirely — visited twice in the 2020s. First by my parents, who came back with tales of beaches and hospitality. Then me and Shahin went with mom, our last visit in 2024, and we understood immediately why they loved it. The mountains, the sea, the pace of it all — it felt like a place that asks you to stay a little longer.

Amsterdam was ours, just the two of us, around the New Year stretch of 2022–2023. Cold, cosy, full of bicycles and window lights, and the kind of trip that makes you talk about the same canal for the next six months.

Then, in autumn 2023, me and Shahin went to Istanbul — and it might still be our favourite. A city split between two continents, ferries crossing the Bosphorus at golden hour, mosques lit up against a dark sky, and street cats sleeping on the rocks by the water as if they owned the place. We walked far more than we planned and ate at every hour of the day.

Most recently, in December 2025, we returned to Egypt once more — palm trees, warm sand, and water so clear you could count the pebbles beneath your feet. It was a different kind of holiday now, with a little one on the way, and we spent a lot of quiet time imagining what future trips might look like with him in a tiny sun hat.

We are not fast travellers. We like returning to places, finding the same café, walking the same street twice, and noticing what changed. This is where we'll keep those memories: the trips, the food, the hotels we loved, and the small moments in between.