*Was fortunate enough to travel to Syria and see the country in 2008, three years before the war broke out. This homage to Syria is the reminder, the story about the country with immense cultural heritage, posted here with the
*Was fortunate enough to travel to Syria and see the country in 2008, three years before the war broke out. This homage to Syria is a reminder, a story about the country with immense cultural heritage, posted here with the
*Was fortunate enough to travel to Syria and see the country in 2008, three years before the war broke out. This homage to Syria is a reminder, the story about the country with immense cultural heritage, posted here with the
*Was fortunate enough to travel to Syria and see the country in 2008, three years before the war broke out. This homage to Syria is a reminder, the story about the country with immense cultural heritage, posted here with the
*Was fortunate enough to travel to Syria and see the country in 2008, three years before the war broke out. This homage to Syria is a reminder, the story about the country with immense cultural heritage, posted here with the
*Was fortunate enough to travel to Syria and see the country in 2008, three years before the war broke out. This homage is a reminder, the story about the country with immense cultural heritage, posted here with the wholehearted wish
This was one of the countries I had in mind when thinking about writing stories from various parts of the world on the blog. So rich in history with such diversity in culture and tradition that I feel extremely fortunate
Once again (as I did in Barcelona with flamenco previously), I left the Fado Theater Show for my last day in Lisbon. Did know few things about fado, heard some songs, but I was surprised by its outspread in the
Wanted to write the Lisbon story in chronological order as I often do, but it was just impossible. Every plan I had for the particular day – to visit this and that and leave other "this and thats" for tomorrow, just
Few days have passed, didn’t even notice it. Had the feeling that I have been walking for days. And actually I have, if you consider that I went around Barcelona lengthwise and crosswise, mainly on foot, for five days before
Streets of the city were so charming. Although steep and narrow, almost always on cobblestone, they often had elegant mosaics made out of dark stone cuts. Mosaics were frequent – what if I tell you that I went into various