All posts tagged: travel

Two hours in Venice

by Celeste Noche I was travelling from Ljubljana and the Slovenian carpool I’d taken dropped me off in Venice so I could catch my train to Florence. I’d been to Venice once before: it was March of 2010, I hadn’t fully transitioned to shooting in manual (see here and here), and I caught a cold. This time was different. It was late summer, it was still fairly busy with people, and I had two hours. I had big plans to find an old bookshop but, of course, got lost. I think it worked out better this way. I caught glances of quiet squares and deserted canals. It was past noon and although the sun hadn’t quite hit golden hour, it allowed me to see the city in a warmth I had missed that March years ago. And even though I ended up in a panic, not sure if I’d make it back in time for my train, it was well worth it, because seeing Venice always is.   All photos by Celeste Noche. A version of this post first appeared here. …

The warmest colours of Malta

On an adventure through my hard drive recently, I stumbled across these photos from a trip I took after I finished my undergraduate degree in 2013. At the beginning of the holiday, I spent a few weeks in Malta with family, and as luck would have it a few uni friends were over there at the same time- visiting their respective families (who knew that so many people had Maltese relatives?) (you probably did) (we are everywhere). Suffice to say it was an amazing experience- I ate and drank way too much (pastizzi and Kinnie forever and ever). Fortunately, we spent so much time swimming and walking and dancing, so the damage wasn’t as bad as it could have been. If you don’t know much about Maltese people, they are just about the most hospitable, kind and chatty souls you will come across (to generalise… but what a happy generalisation). My family (particularly my aunties, my cousin Lara and her friends) completely spoilt us- taking us to wine festivals, beaches, restaurants, parties and museums. If you …

Why I talk to Strangers

by Ruby Bisson Hebrews 13:2- ‘Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing, some people have entertained angels without knowing it.’ Talking to strangers has always been something I’ve been comfortable with. I thrive in a room where no one knows my name or anything about that time I was caught with the guy down the road (or with one too many drinks in my system). I enjoy the power it gives me, the power to recreate myself every time. I love knowing that there are hundreds of stories to devour right there, right in front of me. I get excited, nervous almost, to grab a hold of as many as I can, treating them as these special little nuggets of humanity. When I recently went on a backpacking adventure alone, I knew it was up to me to ensure that I had company along the way and to maintain to courage to do so. This meant finding strangers to make friends with, developing a level of comfort that extended beyond the ‘we should catch up …

Happy Friday Links

 Have a whimsical weekend… This family. A house designed to hang off a cliff, and literally living on the edge. 50 non- cliché places to travel to in your twenties. Why women aren’t welcome on the internet. Celebs in trenches. Have you checked out Openhouse Magazine? These illustrations by Bernadette Pascua are just right. Top image by Blanca Gómez for Kireei Magazine.

Anna and her tiramisu

by Celeste Noche Anna is not a chef— she’s a nonna. That’s not to say she couldn’t cook on par with Mario Batali (omg that’d be the best Iron Chef battle ever) but rather, she doesn’t view herself as an expert in what she does even if I (and the rest of the DaVinci fam) might beg to differ. Not being a chef is what makes her special— she’s not an expert because she has no need to study or become a master— all of her skills and knowledge are innately part of who she is. She is a chef as much as she is a person but mostly, she’s a nonna. Every Sunday, Anna makes tiramisu for her family. She’s been married for 51 years to her husband Edo and they are the proud parents of two daughters and five grandchildren. When I asked her how she learned to cook, she didn’t have much to say except that what she knew only came from being in the kitchen with her own mother and mother-in-law. …

Places to Go: Bodega Bay

by Celeste Noche As I write this from my cold Portland apartment, the sun seems like a distant memory- a golden dream that I took for granted for the first 25 (or so) years of my life as a California native (well, that’s not exactly true- I grew up in a city known for its fog). But I digress. In August I spent a long weekend up- err, down- in Bodega Bay with two of my dearest friends and roommates from college, Anna and Jenna. In college, we used to joke about the fact that we liked to stay in and cook like Suzy Homemakers instead of going out and doing what all of the other college seniors did. This weekend wasn’t any different.

20 life lessons I learned on the Trans-Mongolian railway

by Matilda Grogan In August, my boyfriend and I spent three weeks travelling the 8000km from Beijing to St Petersburg overland on the Trans-Mongolian railway. It’s kind of the train trip of a lifetime, an incredible journey, and definitely an experience that teaches you a few things (disclaimer: life lessons may be extremely specific to the Trans-Mongolian railway).