Two Months of College Abroad: Confessions of a New Sciences Piste

Bonjour, y’all.   I assume many of our amazing and loyal readers already know, but this August I moved from Sofia, Bulgaria – my home for my humble 19 years on this Earth – to Reims, France, which will accommodate moi for the next two and support me in my attempt to successfully graduate from a…

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NИYA – the Bulgarian Artist You Want to Hear

First things first – in 2019 we’ve decided to talk not only about our travel experiences, but focus a little bit more on lifestyle and pretty much everything we consider to be worthwhile and potentially appealing – from book reviews, zero waste tips all the way to interviewing new hip artists… That said, may I…

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2018: A Year of Almost Adventures (Part 2)

In case you’re still in the mood for reflecting on 2018 (as I will probably be till June), then you might want to get a short break from your to-do-listing, goal-setting and new dieting in order to enjoy Krisi’s briefed 2018 adventures around the world.

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A Weekend in Reims: the University Town for Royals Only

Reims might not be the city of lights, nor the city of the world’s desire, but in fact, it turned out to be the city of my… academic ambitions.

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A Parisian for Two Weeks: Living Like a Local in the City of Lights

Ever since I came back to Sofia, whenever somebody dares to make a casual comment about how Paris “isn’t anything special”, I become as eager to start a debate as when Bulgarians use the word “gender” as an insult.

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Two Broke Girls in Russia: Hunting for Oligarchs in Moscow

After all, I fell in love with that city.

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Contemporary Art and Late-Night Kebabs: A Solo Trip to Rainy Holland

Not only did I get to see a close friend and do some catching up, but also got the chance to explore Utrecht – a small, but charming and lively Dutch town, as well as Amsterdam – the dream of both tourists and hipsters.

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A Weekend in Pamporovo, Bulgaria: Confessions of an Amateur Off-Piste Skier

Having been taught to ski by my father when I was 4 years old, I have always been rather confident that I won’t, like, die or something. Yet, since I went from slopes to powder, I have had my doubts on that statement.

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