A blog by Justina Kostinaité, slow traveler and high-tech marketer
Milano, Rome, Naples, Florence, Como. Italy. Very hard day to concentrate. Almost impossible. Pace, heat, emotions. Life! Live. Chaos. Different wavelengths… Cola with wine and mountains of gelato. Yes, chaos… a fatal pink salty caramel chaos in my heart... with tiny colorful fireworks exploding around me. From Michelin star to McDonald's and Neapolitan street sandwiches. From …
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Nice Je dis <I say>: I wanna be that kid. Yes, that one, in a sandbox. I wanna be naive and believe that I can fly. I want to run wildly, not caring 'bout tomorrow. I want to smile and laugh so loud that others would be embarrassed. That's right. I wanna be la petit …
Freiburg February in Strasbourg. Freiburg. So that's it for today. Just some nowadays thoughts and views. Nice nice nice views of upcoming spring. It's coming everywhere! 😉 finally.
Marlenheim Une table pour cinq personnes, s'il vous plaît (a table for five, please). Je veux un verre de pinot noir (I want a glass of pinot noir). These are some of the first lines I really think I have to know. Well, at least after the second one, speaking French will be much easier. Haha. <<< I just …
Alsace French bureaucracy is calling you... So you wanna do sports. You have to get a student ID first. For that you need a proof that you're a student for sure. You can get it from the international office which is at the main building - so called PEGE. Then you have to head to …
Ferme Can you imagine something so disgusting but awesomely tasty at the same time?! Just scroll down. You won't need your imagination. Mhmm. Doesn't it look freakishly attractive? ...Covered in white and green mold... Aged for several weeks and made right there - in a tiny french village farm. Yes right. I had my first food trip/experience/degustation …
France To kill or let it fly?.. It all started in Paris - the most unromantic place I’ve ever been to. And now I'm in a state which my friend brilliantly called “Killing butterflies”. Yep. I am finally afraid. Yes. Of burning up again. But that’s a weird timing as I already feel the smell of croissants in my …
