To be perfectly honest, Barcelona was the worst trip planned ever. Known as the party city of Spain, my friends and I had chosen this particular weekend to go because the price of the flight made it too good to resist. Our Canadian Rosa planned the hostel and we all set the time to meet ...

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After walking for 2 days, I finally find Venice. My camera has died and even had it worked, the sun is so blindingly clear it purifies everything and leaves only white washed sound. No, here only words can serve to describe it accurately. Venice is in a place called Campo del Desite. I’m sitting on ...

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