Dear Home,

Greetings from Dubrovnik. 😁

This postcard has taken a long route to reach you—through Poland, Slovakia, the Czech Republic, Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, and Montenegro, collecting stories along the way.

I am writing from a small loft room after a day in Montenegro, with a cup of tea beside me, country number 38 behind me, and one final boat trip tomorrow. My 15-day European adventure is slowly drawing to a close with a full heart, gratitude, and clean laundry packed for my next adventure.

Over the past few weeks, I have wandered through colourful squares in Wroclaw, watched life unfold along the streets of Krakow, and enjoyed the relaxed charm of Bratislava and Brno.

I stood beside the turquoise lakes and waterfalls of Plitvice and wondered whether nature really could be that beautiful.

I listened to the Sea Organ in Zadar as the waves created music all by themselves.

In Split, I explored ancient palace walls, rode a tiny red submarine called Nemo and bought a cap from a local market.

Dubrovnik felt like a movie set. Stone streets, sea views and Game of Thrones corners appeared around every turn. Some days I explored. Other days I simply paused, watching people and the world go by.

I crossed into Bosnia and Herzegovina, walked through Mostar, admired its famous bridge and watched waterfalls tumble through the greenery at Kravica.

And then Montenegro, where mountains seemed to rise straight out of the sea. Perast, Our Lady of the Rocks and Kotor looked exactly like the postcards sold in souvenir shops.

There were long drives through beautiful landscapes, early morning alarms, countless photos, pizzas after tiring days, supermarket visits, cups of tea and lovely conversations with fellow travellers.

There were moments of excitement and bouts of exhaustion.

There were days when I wanted to see everything and days when sitting in a beautiful garden surrounded by colourful flowers felt like the greatest sightseeing activity of all.

The funny thing is that after visiting so many beautiful places, some of my happiest moments were surprisingly simple:

My clothes came back clean from the laundry.

Quiet moments of reflection.

Tomorrow’s alarm was set for 9 a.m. instead of 6:30.

Somewhere between medieval towns, waterfalls, boat rides, sea views and border crossings, this trip has given me beautiful memories, a few extra passport stamps and enough photographs to last a lifetime.

See you soon.

Lots of Love. ❤️