I spent seven days wandering Matera’s ancient sassi, those cave dwellings that feel like stepping into a biblical epic. Stayed in a cave hotel (yes, really!), ate orecchiette with a 90-year-old nonna, and watched the sunset paint the cliffs gold. This is slow travel at its finest.
Kyoto in spring is pure magic. I fumbled my way through a tea ceremony, got a little tipsy on sake with locals, and wrote poetry under blooming sakura trees. Pro tip: skip the crowded temples and head to the Philosopher’s Path at dawn.
In Marrakech, I learned the art of bargaining from a spice vendor who laughed at my first offer. Spoiler: I overpaid for saffron but scored a story (and a recipe) I’ll never forget.
I thought I’d “just wing it” in Norway’s fjords. Big mistake. Got stranded in a tiny village, but a fisherman named Lars saved the day with hot coffee and wild tales. Sometimes, the best stories come from the worst plans.