The last summer days – Bordeaux
Everyone has a bucket list. I don’t. Maybe it’s because I feel immortal at the moment. Maybe it’s because I’m too busy to slow down to make plans. Or perhaps it’s because I am too impulsive with my decisions. I think the main reason is that I believe the best things in life cannot be planned; they find you anyway. Bordeaux was Alwin’s idea. Apart from wine, I knew absolutely nothing about the place, so I never even had the chance to dream about it. The day before we left, I quickly browsed through a few blogs and travel guides – completely unnecessarily, because adventures can not be copied; they are perfectly tailored. Neither of us is particularly gifted at planning, so we explored the city intuitively. Literally, we only drifted. We lived. We wandered. We visited museums and galleries — and, quite often, we even received our own personal guided tours. We obviously did not skip the restaurants, cafés and bakeries. And we enjoyed those few gloriously hot days that the Dutch weather ha...
