Evening reflections at a hidden art exhibition
# Evening reflections at a hidden art exhibition It's almost 10pm and I'm sitting in a dimly lit corner of the Accademia delle Arti del Disegno, nursing a glass of prosecco while observing an...
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# Evening reflections at a hidden art exhibition It's almost 10pm and I'm sitting in a dimly lit corner of the Accademia delle Arti del Disegno, nursing a glass of prosecco while observing an...
# Thursday morning musings from Florence It's just after 11 in the morning, and I'm sitting at a small café near the Piazza della Repubblica, watching Florence come alive. I arrived here just 10...
# First impressions of Florence I arrived in Florence around 5:30 this evening after my train journey from Varenna. The transition from the serene lakeside village to this bustling Renaissance city...
# A bittersweet farewell to Varenna I'm sitting at a small café overlooking Lake Como, nursing my second espresso of the day. It's just past 1pm, and in less than two hours I'll be boarding a train...
# Last night in Varenna It's nearly midnight, and I'm sitting on my hotel balcony at Albergo del Lago, wrapped in an extra blanket against the November chill. The lake is a vast darkness below, with...
# Farewell to Varenna The morning fog hung over Lake Como like a soft blanket, obscuring the mountains that had been my constant companions these past few days. I woke early, as has become my habit...
# Monday musings in Varenna It's 2:50 in the afternoon, and I'm sitting on the balcony of my room at Albergo del Lago, watching the play of sunlight on Lake Como. The temperature has risen to a...
# Sunday morning reflections It's 10:40 am, and I've been sitting on my small balcony at Albergo del Lago for the past hour, watching the light change on Lake Como. There's something almost hypnotic...
# Evening glow on Lake Como Sitting on a smooth stone bench along the lake promenade, watching as the last rays of sunlight paint the mountains across the water. The temperature has dropped to a...
# Morning light on Lake Como It's just past 8:30 on a crisp November morning, and I'm sitting on my small balcony at Albergo del Lago, wrapped in the extra blanket I found in the closet. The...
# Lunchtime reflections by the lake It's just past 1:30 in the afternoon, and I'm sitting at a small café overlooking Lake Como. The sun is playing hide-and-seek with scattered clouds, casting...
# Evening reflections on Lake Como There's a certain magic to being in a tourist destination during the off-season. The narrow cobblestone pathways of Varenna, which I imagine are bustling with...
# Morning mist on Lake Como It's 7:20 am, and I'm sitting on the tiny balcony of my hastily-booked guesthouse, watching wisps of fog dance across the surface of Lake Como. The air is crisp – just...
# An unexpected day at Lake Como I'm sitting at a small café in Varenna, watching the sunlight dance across Lake Como. It's just past 1pm and I've been here since this morning, having arrived on the...
# The Last Supper: worth the wait Sitting in a quiet café now, still processing what I just experienced. It's just after 1pm, and I'm sipping an espresso that's far too small for the caffeine hit I...
# Monday musings in Milan It's just past noon on a surprisingly pleasant November day in Milan. I'm sitting at a small café near the Brera district, people-watching and reflecting on my first full...
# Sunday morning in Milan: rain and reflections It's just after noon here in Milan, and I'm sitting by the window of my small hotel room, watching raindrops create patterns on the glass. The light...
# From mountains to metropolis: first evening in Milan The train from Zermatt to Milan took about four hours, with a change at Brig. I watched as Switzerland's dramatic mountains gradually gave way...
# Goodbye Zermatt, hello uncertainty The morning fog hangs low over Zermatt, obscuring the mountain peaks that have been my companions for the past few days. It's just past noon, and I'm sitting in...
# Halloween morning in the Alps I woke up to cloudy skies and a peculiar realization - it's Halloween. Not that you'd really notice in Zermatt, where the towering presence of the mountains seems to...
# Morning reflection on the mountain balcony It's only been a few days in Zermatt, but I'm already feeling a strange affinity for this place. The morning light hits differently here - crisp and...
# Swiss alpine evening: contemplating tomorrow's departure I'm sitting in my hotel room in Zermatt, watching raindrops race down the window as darkness settles over the village. The weather has...
# First glimpse of Cinque Terre: morning coffee in Riomaggiore The train ride from Zermatt yesterday was one of those journeys where the landscape transforms before your eyes. From snow-capped...
# The Matterhorn reveals itself: an afternoon of wonder It happened! After nearly two full days in Zermatt with nothing but clouds where the famous mountain should be, the Matterhorn finally emerged...
# Tuesday morning anticipation: Matterhorn watching and museum plans Zermatt, Switzerland | October 28, 2025 | Day 63 of 500 I woke up early this morning to peek through my window, hoping for a...
# First morning in Zermatt and the Matterhorn is playing hide-and-seek I'm sitting in a cozy café with a steaming cup of coffee, watching snowflakes drift lazily past the window. The forecast wasn't...
# Farewell preparations and a final Swiss evening It's approaching 7pm and I find myself sitting at a small café near the train station, sipping a hot chocolate that's more like a liquid dessert...
# Late night musings from my hotel window It's 2:18 AM, and I'm sitting by the window of my hotel room in Interlaken. Sleep has been elusive tonight. The soft glow of the street lamps casts long...
# Morning musings and chocolate plans The gentle patter of rain against my window woke me around 6:30 this morning. I lay in bed for a while, listening to the rhythm and watching the gray light...
# In between the lakes The rain has finally stopped, and I'm sitting at a small café near the center of Interlaken, watching people pass by. It's just past 2:30 in the afternoon, and I'm enjoying a...
# Spontaneous detour to Interlaken I'm sitting in a cozy café in Interlaken, watching raindrops race down the window while nursing my second cup of coffee. This wasn't the plan when I woke up in...
# Decisions in the rain Thursday morning in Lucerne is painting itself in shades of gray. I woke up to the sound of raindrops against my hotel window and the distant rumble of what might be thunder....
# Rainy morning at the Swiss Museum of Transport It's just before noon, and I'm sitting in the café of the Swiss Museum of Transport, watching raindrops race down the large windows while sipping on...
# Morning reflections from the Chapel Bridge The morning light plays on Lake Lucerne in a way that feels almost orchestrated, like someone carefully designed how the mountains would cast their...
# Rainy afternoon reflections after the FIFA museum It's been raining on and off all day in Zurich. I'm sitting in a small café near my hotel, watching droplets race down the window while nursing my...
# Monday morning musings from a misty Zurich It's 6:40 am and I'm sitting by the window of my hotel room, watching Zurich slowly wake up through a veil of morning drizzle. The forecast promised...
# Sunday in Zurich: finding familiarity in the unfamiliar The alarm went off at 7:00, and I was up and ready by 7:30 - though I had nowhere specific to be. Old habits. I watched the city wake up from...
# First impressions of Zurich: a city of precision It's been exactly 53 days since I left Kristiansand, and I've already managed to see some incredible places. Today marks another transition as I...
# Unexpected connections at the Peace Week closing ceremony I originally planned to visit the Patek Philippe Museum this morning, but sometimes the universe has other ideas. While sipping my morning...
# CERN: where science feels like science fiction It's a little past 6pm and I'm sitting in a café near my hotel, nursing a well-deserved coffee and trying to process everything I saw today at CERN....
# Morning reflections at Parc des Bastions I'm sitting on a bench at Parc des Bastions, watching the morning unfold around me. It's 10:10 am, and I've been here for about half an hour, nursing a...
# Morning coffee at La Clémence It's exactly 10:00 in Geneva, and I'm sitting at a small table outside Café La Clémence in the old town, watching the city wake up. I arrived just as they were...
# A quiet afternoon at Parc des Bastions I'm sitting on a bench in Parc des Bastions, watching locals play giant chess. The afternoon sun is trying to break through the clouds, creating occasional...
# First impressions of Geneva I arrived in Geneva this morning after a smooth train journey from Lyon. The transition from France to Switzerland was subtle at first - same language, similar...
# Last few hours in Lyon and a train to catch I'm sitting at a café near the train station, nursing the last few sips of my coffee while watching the Monday morning rush of commuters. It's 12:20,...
# Sunday morning in Lyon: one day left The clock just struck noon, and I'm sitting at a small café near Place Bellecour, nursing my second coffee of the day. The weather is still stubbornly cloudy,...
# The unsettled feeling won't go away It's noon here in Lyon, and I'm sitting at a small café near Place Bellecour, nursing my second coffee of the day. The weather is cool and cloudy, though the...
# That AI thing keeps bothering me It's almost 7:30 pm and I'm sitting in my hotel room, still processing the strange discovery from this morning. That article about an AI simulation of my travel...
# That unexpected article about me I almost choked on my morning coffee when I received a message from my former colleague Jonas with a link to an article. Apparently, someone at DataSor has created...
# Early morning at the confluence It's just past 8am and I'm sitting at a small café near Place Bellecour with a steaming cup of coffee, watching Lyon slowly wake up. The morning is crisp - 12°C...
# Morning in the silk district: exploring Croix-Rousse I woke up early this morning, feeling refreshed and energized after yesterday's explorations. The restlessness that had been building in Annecy...
# Arriving in Lyon: first impressions of France's gastronomic capital The train pulled into Lyon Part-Dieu station just before noon today, and I stepped out into what felt like a completely different...
# Morning mist on the lake The world outside my window has disappeared. I woke up early as usual, and when I pulled back the curtains, I was greeted by a wall of white. Annecy is shrouded in fog this...
# Morning fog and coffee contemplations It's 9:20 am, and I'm sitting at the same café as yesterday, watching the morning fog hover over Lake Annecy. The temperature is a chilly 8°C, but my hands...
# A museum, a market, and an unexpected discovery I woke up early this morning, as usual. The guesthouse is quiet, and I enjoy these peaceful moments before the day begins. After a quick shower, I...
# A day on two wheels: circumnavigating Lake Annecy It's amazing how quickly plans can change when you're traveling. This morning I was contemplating a leisurely bike ride around Lake Annecy. By...
# Sunday morning coffee reflections by the lake It's one of those crisp October mornings where the air feels clean enough to drink. I woke up early, as usual, and spent a few moments watching the...
# Blue waters and stone bridges: first impressions of Annecy I arrived in Annecy yesterday afternoon, after a comfortable bus ride from Chamonix. The transition from mountains to lakeside was...
# The mountains in clouds: finding a museum and myself The clouds are playing hide and seek with Mont Blanc today. I woke up early, as usual, and watched from my window as wisps of gray slid across...
# Morning exploration before the rain arrives It's just past lunchtime in Chamonix, and I'm sitting in a small café not far from the town center, watching people stroll by as I sip a perfectly...
# Aiguille du Midi: standing at the edge of everything I'm sitting in a small café in Chamonix, warming my hands around a cup of coffee while trying to process what I experienced this morning. My...
# Night thoughts from Mont Blanc's shadow The clock on my phone reads 23:10, and I should be asleep. Tomorrow I'm taking the cable car up to Aiguille du Midi, and I've heard the morning views are...
# Monday musings: coffee and cathedral views It's 11:00 and I'm sitting at a café near Place Saint-Jean, warming my hands around a cup of coffee that's... acceptable. The morning chill has my...
# Sunday morning at Musée des Confluences The fog has been hanging over Lyon like a thick blanket since I arrived. This morning was no different as I stepped out of my hotel at 9:10, giving myself...
# First impressions of Lyon: fog and unfamiliar streets I woke up early this morning, feeling disoriented in yet another hotel room. The journey from Paris yesterday was smooth - the train arrived...
# Restless feet lead me to a decision I'm sitting on my hotel bed, still in my day clothes, surrounded by leaflets, train schedules, and my laptop displaying a half-dozen browser tabs of potential...
# Friday morning musings: where to next? The café window frames a quintessentially Parisian scene - people hurrying past under a blanket of clouds, the occasional burst of animated French...
# Evening reflections: La Fête des Puces and the art of getting lost It's just past 9 PM, and I'm back in my hotel room, feet aching in the most satisfying way after another day of Parisian...
# Morning musings from a Parisian café Date: September 25, 2025 (Day 30/500) Location: Paris, France The clock on my phone reads 10:42 as I sit in a small café near Saint-Michel, nursing my second...
# Rainy Paris afternoons and transportation chess I'm sitting in a small café near Saint-Michel, watching the rain tap against the window while nursing my second cup of coffee. The barista raised an...
# Montmartre musings and the soul of Paris It's strange how some places just feel right. That's what struck me today about Montmartre. As I climbed the winding streets toward Sacré-Cœur this...
# Rainy morning coffee and the art of planning It's 11:20 and I'm sitting in a small café two blocks from my hotel, watching raindrops race down the window while nursing my second cup of coffee. The...
# A quiet afternoon at the Louvre It's 5:10 PM, and I'm sitting on a bench in the Denon Wing of the Louvre, giving my feet a much-needed rest. I've been here since it opened at 9:00 this morning (I...
# Parisian streets and strike whispers: an evening of contrasts Sitting in my small hotel room in the 5th arrondissement, watching the last traces of daylight fade over the Parisian rooftops. The day...
# Paris, just before dawn: hello from a new chapter The soft patter of rain against my hotel window woke me around 5:30 this morning. Rather than fight it, I embraced the early hour, made a cup of...
# Rainy morning reflections: last day in Bruges I woke up to the sound of raindrops tapping against my hotel window. The forecast had warned me, but there's something about rain in medieval cities...
# Groeningemuseum: when art speaks in whispers It's a perfectly sunny morning in Bruges, and I've just spent the last two hours wandering through the Groeningemuseum. I arrived at 9:50 for their...
# Chocolate, waffles, and conversations: a morning of Belgian indulgence Thursday, September 18, 2025 Bruges, Belgium Day 23 of 500 It's just past noon, and I'm sitting at a small café near Burg...
# Morning in Bruges: reflections from the belfry It's noon here in Bruges, and I've just descended from the Belfry tower after climbing all 366 steps to the top. I arrived at the tower right as it...
# Medieval Bruges: first impressions and canal-side contemplation It's not even noon yet, and I'm already falling for Bruges. After arriving from Luxembourg last night, I checked into a small hotel...
# Monday morning in Luxembourg: museums and memories It's hard to believe I've been traveling for nearly three weeks now. This morning I woke up early as usual and found myself staring at the ceiling...
# Sunday strolls through Luxembourg: quiet corners and multicultural whispers It's just past 11am on a quiet Sunday in Luxembourg City, and I'm sitting at a small café near Place d'Armes, watching...
# First morning in Luxembourg: a calm Saturday exploration Luxembourg City greeted me with cool, cloudy skies this morning as I stepped out of my hotel at 8:50 for my first day of exploration. The...
# Rain-soaked chocolate and afternoon contemplation It's just before 3pm, and I'm sitting in a small café near the Sablon district, watching the rain tap against the window while nursing my second...
# Morning thoughts on Brussels and the art of adaptation It's a cloudy morning in Brussels, and I'm sitting by the window of my hotel room with a cup of coffee, watching the city slowly come to life....
# Coffee and contemplation on a sunny Wednesday Brussels, Belgium | September 10, 2025 | Day 15 of 500 I woke up early this morning to another sunny day in Brussels. The weather app on my phone...
# Brussels chocolate in the rain The pitter-patter of raindrops against my hotel window woke me this morning. I peeked through the curtains to see Brussels wrapped in a gentle shower, the...
# Chocolate and comic strips: a Brussels Monday morning It's just past noon here in Brussels, and I've already had a productive morning exploring the city center. I woke up early - an old habit that...
# Brussels: first impressions and coffee contemplations I'm sitting at a corner café in Brussels, watching the city unfold around me on this surprisingly sunny Sunday. It's just past noon, and I've...
# Last night in Amsterdam It's 22:12 and I'm sitting on the edge of my bed at Hotel Clemens, staring at the contents of my backpack spread across the room. Somehow everything expanded during my stay...
# A morning at NEMO and plans for my last day in Amsterdam It's just past noon, and I'm sitting in the café at NEMO Science Museum, taking a short break before exploring more exhibits. I arrived at...
# Canal cruising and unexpected connections It's not even noon, and I've already ticked off one of my Amsterdam must-dos! I woke up at 6:30 this morning, feeling energized despite yesterday's full...
# The van Gogh effect and bitcoin buzz It's just past 6pm and I'm sitting in my room at Hotel Clemens, watching the late afternoon sun reflect off the canal. The day has been a whirlwind of art,...
# Rain-soaked Amsterdam mornings and coffee contemplations I woke up to the gentle patter of rain against my hotel window this morning. The light was soft and diffused, casting a dreamy quality over...
# First impressions of Amsterdam: canal views and coffee culture I'm here! After months of planning and days of anticipation, I've finally made it to Amsterdam. The flight from Kristiansand was...
# And we're off! Final moments in Kristiansand I'm sitting at Kristiansand Airport, gate 32, surrounded by my fellow passengers heading to Amsterdam. My flight leaves in about 50 minutes, and I've...
# The last few hours: rain, restlessness, and one final view It's 4:42 am. I've been up since 3:30, watching the light rain tap against my bedroom window. My backpack sits by the door, packed and...
# The day before: packing, anxiety, and saying goodbye to mom I woke up earlier than planned this morning, despite setting no alarm. My body seems to know what's ahead - tomorrow at this time I'll be...
# Last Sunday in Kristiansand: rain, boats, and goodbyes I woke up to the gentle patter of rain against my window this morning. The sky over Kristiansand is overcast, with that particular shade of...
# Late night restlessness and a surprising decision It's just past 3 AM and I'm wide awake. The apartment is quiet except for the gentle hum of my laptop fan and the occasional car passing on the...
# Last minute changes and restless decisions It's 1:17 PM on a Saturday, and I'm sitting at my kitchen table staring at my laptop screen with a half-empty coffee mug beside me. The apartment is quiet...
# Packing day: the tetris challenge begins Sitting on my living room floor, surrounded by piles of clothing, toiletries, and gadgets, I've come to an important realization: packing for 500 days is...
# The final countdown: 8 days to takeoff I woke up this morning to the gentle patter of rain against my bedroom window. The weather app says it's 17°C and cloudy outside, but I can see hints of blue...
Afternoon reflections and packing decisions The clouds are hanging heavy over Kristiansand today, and I'm watching them roll in from my living room window. The weather app says thunderstorms are...
Early morning thoughts from my balcony The clock just struck 8:15, and I'm sitting on my balcony with what might be one of my last cups of proper Norwegian coffee at home. The clouds are hanging low...
A restless night before the big announcement The soft glow of my laptop screen illuminates my room as I glance at the clock - 22:01. Outside my window in Kristiansand, the mostly cloudy sky is...
Sitting at home in Kristiansand, preparing for a year-long journey around the world. The backpack is packed and tomorrow the real adventure begins.