24 hours in Brussels: a city of beer and food mastery
I took a high-speed train from Paris and arrived in Belgium about two hours later, close to midnight. It was a Saturday—and not just any Saturday: it was Brussels Pride weekend. My friends, who have lived in the city for over seven years, picked me up at the station. We quickly found a locker where I stored my luggage and where I changed from my comfy train clothes into something that matched the energy of the streets, which were packed with people serving insane looks. Eve
Sep 63 min read
“Donde Riaño”, a taste of the altiplano Cundiboyacense—the high plateau in the central Colombian Andes
After a short walk from Guayatá’s town center, a small village in Boyacá, Colombia, you get to a tiny, unpaved road from which you can...
Feb 242 min read
