The travel friendship is a very particular kind of relationship – short, sharp, intense, deep and transformative. These relationships we form when we travel come out of nowhere and change us, and then inevitably leave us again as swiftly as they came. I’m a serial traveller/nomad, making my way around the world with my blog, so I’ve had my fair share of these friendships land in my path.
Step in to Barcelona and it’s like wandering through Gaudi’s dream. All that sublime, surreal architecture, cobblestoned streets and the Mediterranean fiesta vibes sizzling in the air. Plus, the hostels are the shiz. You may look at our page in a confused state and shout, I WANT THEM ALL!! Well, no need to spend hours trawling the internet.
As a ‘carioca’ (kah-ree-o-kah, a person naturally born in the city of Rio de Janeiro) I’m deeply proud to have my home city hosting the Olympic Games this year. To make it easy, the Rio 2016 Organising Committee has separated the city into four zones where the competitions will take place: Barra, Copacabana, Maracanã and Deodoro.