A quiet list of places that shaped me.
Big-city chaos, kind people endless energy and that first “I’m really abroad” feeling.
Street lights, night markets
Slow streets, calm evenings, and time moving gently.
History in the air — heavy, real, unforgettable.
Quiet lanes, warm stone buildings, and long walks.
Fast days, late tubes, and a city that never runs out of stories.
Bicycles, old colleges, and slow afternoons.
Libraries, lanes, and that classic English mood.
Cold winds, stone streets, and views worth the climb.
Good food, warm conversations, and a city with character.
Mountains, ocean air, and the kind of silence that feels powerful.