Barcelona: Spent two nights in this room in a beautiful and quiet apartment in Born after the Sonar festival.
Barcelona: One of my best meals in Barcelona. Restaurante Rincon de Aragon in El Raval. Carrer del Carme, 28
Barcelona: Solo lunching at Boca Grande. This place has the trippiest restroom ever. Passatge de la Concepció, 12
Berlin: Best Japanese ramen ever at Cocolo! Gipsstraße 3
Berlin: Burger at The Bird in Prenzlauer Berg. Am Falkplatz 5
Berlin: Cheesecake heaven at Princess Cheesecake. Tucholskystraße 37
Nice: Mouthwatering pastries on the street
Nice: Visited Monastère de Cimiez after walking up the hills alone.
Nice: Jardin d’Eden designed by Yves Klein on the MAMAC roof terrace.
Paris: The Marrocan deli at Marché des Enfants Rouges in Le Marais. 39 Rue de Bretagne
Paris: Water melon and a mosquito bite on the park bench in Square Trousseau.
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After having looked at my holidays photos from the past eleven weeks, I realized that my vacation was just a big feast. My summer has been a dream, almost too good to be true so, of course, it just had to end badly. I traveled to Mallorca, Barcelona, Tromøya, Copenhagen, Berlin, Nice, Monte Carlo, Grasse, Cannes, and Paris in this exact order. I’ve been drafting a recapulation of my blissful weeks of idleness and hedonism for my blog but quickly found out that I have yet to overcome the uncomfortableness of being overly open online. But one important thing I’ve learned in the last couple of weeks while being on the road, is to go with the flow without any expectations whatsoever (Barcelona, Sonar festival, Oslo in the end of June – amazing) and you’ll never be disappointed. In addition I’ve also learned that nothing can replace the “first time” – for anything, come to think of it – so any attempt at recreating the “first time” experience is just a waste of time and upsetting (Hove festival, Oslo in the beginning of August).
