I don’t like Vienna. Strong statement, I know. But after three visits to the Austrian capital, I can finally admit it hand on heart, no excuses left – I don’t like Vienna.

There is no greater psychological warfare than making espresso. I am learning a level of patience I did not know I possessed — all in the name of extracting the perfect shot.

I want this blog to have space for something that has slowly taken root in my life over the past year – coffee.

Brace yourselves. This is going to be an unnecessarily long, overly dramatic love letter to a stack of raspberry pancakes in Lisbon.

Budapest is a charming gem in Central Europe that will make you want to come back again.

Malta stole my heart without even pretending to be sorry.