europe

Whether embarking on a Eurotrip or a weekend jaunt to a foreign city, European travel requires some smart planning; you may know all the must-see landmarks, but we provide the hidden gems.

Still in Spain
Home: a remote village on the Meseta – I never expected that. Mind you, I never expected to walk five hundred miles across the north of Spain either.
By Bryan Allen5 years ago in Wander
Nottingham: Where I currently Call My Home
I've always played fast and loose with the concept of that one place is where you can call home. Over the years I've lived in a variety of different places and found different reasons to call them home during that time of my life. At this moment in time, at the wonderful age of 27, I am currently calling Nottingham, England my hometown. But why do I call this city my current home? Lets find out...
By Joe Harris5 years ago in Wander
Beautiful Barcelona
Barcelona is a beautiful, tiny city in the North-East of Spain. It coasts the Mediterranean Sea, and it is bounded to the west by the Collserola mountain range. This city is packed with superb architecture, stunning panoramas and fascinating culture.
By Lara Hayes5 years ago in Wander
Smoke
From the outside, it’s seen as a scary place. Big, immense, full of crime. It’s seen as dirty, crowded and full of pigeons. And in fairness, it is. It can be overwhelming to those who’ve never set foot in a city - and of course, it would be. It is rainy and stuffy all at once. It is dense and heaving and wildly expensive. But those things only emphasise the moments that flow from the unexpected. There are definitely areas that can get a little rough, but as a whole, as a beating heart, it is beautiful. There is always something to do, someone to see, something going on.
By Jon Smith5 years ago in Wander
Barry Island, Wales - you have our heart
I've always been over-awed by the sea, by the beach, ever since I was little. I always felt an affinity, a serenity once I was within hearing range of the roaring waves, and within seeing range of that beautiful endless blue.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Wander
Torino--My New Hometown
Torino (Turin) sits in northwestern Italy, at the foot of the Alps. It is the capital city of the Piemonte Region—Piemonte meaning foot of the mountains. The history of Torino goes back thousands of years while my history with the bella città only goes back about three.
By Steven Anthony5 years ago in Wander
Newton Stewart
In November 2020 I spent a lovely week in Newton Stewart in a self catering cottage called Minnow Cottage, a one bedroom cottage on the ground floor set beside the River Cree.
By The Professional Traveller5 years ago in Wander
The Natural Beauty of Romania
The Apuseni Nature Park The Apuseni Nature Park, in northwest Romania, is known as cave paradise. There are many fascinating caves to explore here offering many unusual underground rivers and wonderful underground cave sculptures. Visitors here can enjoy over 200 caves. Participate in such activities like cross-country skiing, hiking, mountain biking, rock climbing, watching wildlife and birds.
By Rasma Raisters5 years ago in Wander
The heart of Central Europe
What does home mean to me? I have always struggled to find the answer. For a while I thought home is a place where I have the most amazing friends, where I can be successful, where the weather is suitable for my needs or a place where I can start a family. Now I know, I can have multiple homes at once.
By Daniel Toth5 years ago in Wander
My Palifornia
I used to curse my hometown. I wanted to get out of there, really bad. Now, every time I visit, I wish I could stay just a little bit longer.
By Frankie Contino5 years ago in Wander
Little Town of Nowhere
Quaint. If I had to describe the little village I grew up in, I would call it quaint. Entrapped by large, looming skyscrapers on every side, the small town of Abbots Langley is a welcome break. A break from the never-ending, frantic lives lived in the concrete blockades that squashed and slowly shrunk my home. I lived right next to the main road. We only had one. It ran from the top of the hill, upon which I lived, to the bottom where our only train station stood; derelict and forgotten. A high street atop the hill was the centre of our quiet English village. It was surrounded on one side by pubs and a school, while if you looked the other way, your view held endless, rolling hills of farms and parks and winding country lanes. It was a bubble; isolated from the city life that seemed to be watching us, waiting for us, in every direction.
By Charlotte Clark5 years ago in Wander
The Big Smoke
Often seen as grey, slabbed in concrete, glass and steel. It’s more than that. Londinium. As they called it when the Romans officially made it a city. The Big Smoke. Teething with curious architecture, from Roman and Tudor to Victorian and now the modern skyscrapers in the east. Rich with maze-like cobbled streets. Even after 26 years of living here, I am always finding new places. All you have to do is take two lefts and a right, maybe two rights and then a final left and you’ll end up somewhere completely new. Some tiny Jack-The-Ripper style alleyway opening up in cavernous courtyards with food stalls and shops and coffee and drinks. I will never get bored of this city. I will never get bored of the views, the people, the bustle. It’s not just that everywhere is within walking distance, despite the immensity of the city, it’s that walking from place to place is beautiful.
By Jon Smith5 years ago in Wander