Author: maria.sicart@hostinger.com

  • A Glimpse into the American Dream: Chicago and Michigan

    A Glimpse into the American Dream: Chicago and Michigan

    This trip felt like three different vacations stitched into one: the buzz of a big city, the calm of deep forests and cold lakes, and the everyday rhythms of suburban life that somehow feel just as meaningful as any landmark. From Chicago’s towering skyline to the wild quiet of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and finally a week in Detroit’s suburbs, every stop added its own mood, flavor, and story.


    5 Days in Chicago: Architecture, Deep-Dish & Endless Lakefront

    Chicago is the kind of city that greets you with energy the moment you arrive. Five days there meant five days of discovering how a place can be both bold and easygoing at the same time. I wandered through Millennium Park, stared up at Cloud Gate like every other shameless tourist, and walked the lakefront paths that make Lake Michigan feel more like an ocean. The architecture cruise was a highlight—the city telling its own story in steel and glass as we drifted down the river, skyscrapers rising like proud narrators.

    Food was a big part of the adventure, of course. Deep-dish pizza that could double as a workout, rooftop cocktails with views that made everything taste better, and cozy neighborhoods where brunch lasts just long enough to make you forget you had plans. Chicago is loud, artistic, friendly, and full of personality—five days barely scratched its surface, but it definitely left its mark.


    3 Days in the Upper Peninsula: Wilderness, Waterfalls & Long, Quiet Roads

    Driving into Michigan’s Upper Peninsula felt like crossing into another world—a wilder one. The roads grew quieter, the forests denser, and the lakes clearer. My three days there were slow on purpose, a deep breath after the city.

    I chased waterfalls tucked between cedar trees, skipped stones on impossibly blue lakes, and walked trails where the only sounds were wind and birds. Marquette, Munising, and the areas around Pictured Rocks felt untouched, like the kind of places you stumble upon in dreams. There’s something grounding about the U.P.—its simple beauty, its rugged charm, its way of reminding you that the world is much bigger than your daily routine.

    Nights were for campfires and chilly air, stars bright enough to feel almost close. The Upper Peninsula doesn’t just show you nature—it wraps you in it.


    One Week in the Detroit Suburbs: Everyday Comfort, Family Moments & Local Discoveries

    After the forests and waterfalls came a full week in the suburbs of Detroit—slower days, familiar routines, and that comforting sense of “normal” that hits differently when you’re traveling. There’s something special about experiencing a place not as a tourist but as someone slipping into local life.

    I explored farmers markets, walked quiet neighborhood streets, and visited classic Michigan staples—Coney dogs, ice cream shops, Target runs (a cultural experience on its own). Day trips took me to Ann Arbor’s charming downtown, lakeside parks perfect for picnics, and small shops where people actually stopped to chat.

    This part of the trip wasn’t about big sights; it was about moments. Family dinners, warm evenings on porches, and conversations that stretched longer simply because there was time. A different kind of travel, but one that fills your heart in ways airports and itineraries can’t.


    Three Places, One Journey

    Chicago dazzled me.
    Michigan’s Upper Peninsula humbled me.
    Detroit’s suburbs grounded me.

    Together, they created a trip full of contrasts—city lights, forest shadows, and everyday sunshine. It was a reminder that travel isn’t always about crossing countries or chasing bucket-list destinations. Sometimes it’s about letting each place, big or small, leave its own imprint.

    Three regions, three moods, one unforgettable adventure.

  • Chasing Winter Magic in Tromsø: 5 Days Above the Arctic Circle

    Chasing Winter Magic in Tromsø: 5 Days Above the Arctic Circle

    Tromsø is the kind of place that feels like it exists slightly outside of time—quiet, bright, icy, and impossibly magical. For five days, I wandered through snow-dusted landscapes, met Arctic animals with more personality than expected, and chased natural wonders that felt almost unreal. Here are the moments that made my trip unforgettable.

    Dog Sledding Through Frosted Silence

    Dog sledding in Tromsø felt like stepping into a winter fairytale. The huskies—energetic, loud, and wildly excited—pulled us across untouched snow as if it were the greatest joy of their lives. Once we started moving, the world went almost silent except for the rhythmic sound of paws in powder. The landscape was endless white, soft hills and pale skies blending together like watercolor. It was the kind of adventure that makes you feel both small and completely alive.


    Dancing With the Northern Lights

    Nothing prepares you for the Northern Lights—not photos, not videos, not stories from travelers who’ve seen them. When the sky finally cracked open with streaks of green, pink, and violet, it felt like the universe was showing off. I stood there in the cold, frozen cheeks and warm heart, watching the auroras twist like ribbons across the darkness. Each burst of color felt like a moment just for us, floating quietly over Tromsø. It’s the kind of magic you can’t plan—only hope for.


    Whale Watching on Arctic Waters

    Whale watching in the Arctic felt like searching for giants at the edge of the world. The boat rocked gently as we scanned the icy waters, breath hanging in the air. Then, little by little, fins surfaced, water spouted high, and massive silhouettes glided through the deep blue like moving legends. Seeing whales this close—peaceful, powerful, and graceful—felt sacred. The fjords around us were quiet, as if the whole world paused to let these creatures pass.


    A Quiet Moment at the Arctic Cathedral

    Visiting the Arctic Cathedral was a moment of stillness in a week full of adventure. Its modern, triangular shape stood strikingly against the snowy backdrop, almost like an iceberg brought to shore. Inside, soft light filtered through enormous stained-glass windows, filling the space with calming blues and golds. It felt contemplative—like a place built not just for worship, but for breathing deeply, slowing down, and appreciating the beauty of the world outside.


    Meeting the Reindeer and the Sami People

    My visit to the reindeer farm felt both gentle and grounding. Reindeer wandered calmly through the snow, their soft noses nudging for food with a surprising mix of curiosity and confidence. I learned about Sami culture—stories of tradition, migration, and a connection to the land that goes deeper than the cold. Sharing a warm meal inside a lavvu, listening to joik (traditional Sami singing), was a moment I’ll carry with me. It reminded me that travel is just as much about people and traditions as it is about landscapes and bucket-list activities.

  • Unveiling China’s Secrets: A Cultural, Yet Magical Shock

    Unveiling China’s Secrets: A Cultural, Yet Magical Shock

    In June 2024, I traded London’s grey skies for three cities that felt like entire worlds of their own—Shanghai, Beijing, and Guilin. Three destinations, three moods, three chapters in a trip that surprised me again and again.
    China had always been on my list, but nothing prepared me for how deeply I’d fall for its layers: ancient stories woven into futuristic skylines, quiet traditions living beside loud modernity, and people whose kindness filled the spaces between every adventure.

    Shanghai: The City of Bright Beginnings (3 Days)

    Stepping out of the plane in Shanghai felt like stepping into a cinematic intro—humidity, neon, and movement everywhere. The skyline glittered like it knew I’d be impressed, and the city had no intention of proving me wrong.

    I had only three days, but Shanghai is the kind of place that makes every hour feel full.

    The highlight? My friend’s wedding.

    It was the reason for the trip, but somehow also the trip’s most magical surprise. A whirlwind of traditions, laughter, elegant attire, and joyful chaos. Custom after custom unfolded before me—tea ceremonies, symbolic gifts, blessings that traveled between generations. I felt like I wasn’t just watching a celebration; I was being woven into one.

    Between wedding moments, I drifted through Yu Garden, watched the Bund light up at night, and ate dumplings so perfect they deserve their own blog post. Shanghai was big, bold, and a bit theatrical—just how I love my opening chapters.


    Beijing: History Told in Stone and Sky (3 Days)

    From Shanghai’s shimmer, I flew north to Beijing, where everything felt heavier, older, and incredibly grounding.

    Beijing is where time stretches.
    Even the air feels like it’s carrying stories.

    I wandered through the Forbidden City, imagining emperors and empresses living lives far more dramatic than any TV series could handle. The architecture was breathtaking—golden roofs, painted dragons, and courtyards that seemed to repeat endlessly.

    But nothing compared to standing on the Great Wall.

    Photos never capture it. The scale, the silence, the mountains rolling out like waves—it was one of those rare travel moments where my brain whispered, Remember this. Remember this exactly as it feels right now.

    My evenings were for street food and people-watching—two of my favorite travel hobbies. And Beijing delivered both in abundance. I chatted with locals who were hilariously amused by my attempts at Mandarin, and their stories added something warm to the days—connection, even in translation.


    Guilin: Mountains That Belong in Paintings (2 Nights)

    Just when I thought the trip couldn’t get any more beautiful, Guilin happened.

    A quick flight brought me into a dreamscape: limestone peaks rising like mythical creatures, mist floating between them, rivers that looked brushed into reality by an artist. Everything felt softer, slower, gentler.

    I spent my time drifting along the Li River, watching fishermen on bamboo rafts and mountains reflecting like ink strokes on silk. Guilin is the kind of place that quiets your mind whether you want it to or not.

    The nights were calm—dim lanterns, peaceful streets, and the kind of silence that makes your thoughts stretch out comfortably instead of rushing.

    It was the perfect ending to an already unforgettable journey.


    Leaving China (But Not Really)

    After eight days, three cities, and countless dumplings, I boarded my flight back to London—sun-tired, memory-full, and already planning my next trip.

    China gave me contrasts, stories, and moments that stitched themselves into my heart.
    It reminded me that travel is never just about places.
    It’s about people, emotions, cultural rhythms, tiny surprises, and the ways you grow between one flight and the next.

    And although the stamps in my passports don’t tell the full story, the pages in my blog—and in my heart—certainly do.