When the canyon lands in Utah showed up in front of me for the first time I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Knowing these pictures from movies is one thing. But being part of it. It felt so unreal driving in a world like no other and I had a

Wait, haven’t I been here before? Yes, it’s undeniable. I like to see places again. It seems if I like a place I have to return at least once more and not too long after to preserve the image and feeling. So San Francisco and LA were again on the

I will never forget the first moment I stepped into New York.  I had a couple of ideas what I wanted to do first when I would arrive in Manhattan. And I recalled these plans while I was on the train from my Airbnb in New Jersey where I had

Toronto, my last stop before flying back to Germany, unfold itself in three parts. Arrival alone A weekend together Thoughts and goodbye Maybe it’s soon time to think what to do with this blog once I’m back in Germany. But somehow a voice in my head tells me that there

Brockville, Ontario, isn’t exactly a town you have on your must list (yet) when traveling across Canada. The scenic route which takes you along the St. Lawrence River and the Thousand Islands from Kingston to Brockville is one way to end up here where you can enjoy the busy little

It feels like a goodbye to Canada leaving Halifax and Nova Scotia on the train. I keep looking out of the window, a couple of musicians play again in the bistro car as I see forests, lakes and roads passing by. You know this feeling when you listen to music

Folding and stretching myself out of the overnight train from Québec to Halifax with the grand name “The Ocean” – Vancouver to Toronto it’s called “The Canadian” – I suddenly had reached the other side of Canada and was looking at the Atlantic Ocean. The train ride was unspectacular concerning

First things first. In Québec City I made the decision to come back to Germany a bit earlier than planned – in the end of May. One month to go. Wow, that’s really early and it feels weird to write it down. I realized my increasing inner unrest to figure

It’s weird to exit the bus and suddenly everything is in French. Even getting on the metro felt like I’ve been thrown somewhere into Paris and not like Canada anymore. And I guess it’s the only place where you have to clarify what Starbucks is…? The vibe is relaxed, chilled

Okay, I spent a bit more than just a night here in the town that a Canadian from the train to Jasper described as “if you really want to make a stop between Calgary/Edmonton and Toronto – I don’t know why you want to – and have to decide between