I was a late bloomer when it comes to travel. Growing up in the Outer Hebrides, travel anywhere other than the ‘mainland’ wasn’t really considered, nor was it financially viable. So until I was 19, Inverness was an exotic break from the day to day norm of ploughing the land, picking potatoes and killing deer with my bare hands. Now, 10 years later, I’ve lost a lot of those skills but I’d consider myself well travelled (at least for me) and I have done the majority of my global galavanting in the past 18 months. I’ll cover off all the places I’ve visited (it won’t take many posts), with tips on how to survive out in the big bad world, but first I’m taking you to Berlin.
My mum had never been abroad (aside from a 1 day trip to the North of France in her youth) until 2016 and I thought it important to go somewhere that wasn’t too far afield, somewhere that language wouldn’t be too much of a hinderance and somewhere with oodles of culture, history and class. We toyed with Rome, Paris, Venice and even New York. Ultimately we settled on Berlin, Germany’s capital and cultural hub and it was the perfect choice! View Post