Get ready for the public art display of your dreams (or at least, my dreams).
You know what they say about summer in Scandinavia: it's the best day if the year!
Finally, we're here: the night we've all been waiting for! The night where a fratty Australian singing in a bar tells me he loves me in Polish.
Adventures in map reading and finding secret beaches.
The first night of a solo road trip is when it hits you: oh yeah, you're doing this alone. But that's ok.
Which Portuguese city is cooler: Lisbon or Porto? Which has more street art? Which one is more authentic? These are the wrong questions to ask, because it doesn't matter. As the title says, "Todo o mestre já foi aluno", or: "All teachers were once students."
It's not quite the Atlanta out of Jermaine Dupri's universe, but it's pretty damn delicious.
Not with a bang but with a whimper, so to speak. And a strange twist.
What a difference a year and a half makes!
I spent a good amount of my time in Poznań wandering down streets, into alleys, and under bridges in search of art spray painted, stenciled, or wheat pasted on buildings, gates, and cement walls.