A canvas of cultures
In the heart of every European lies a map of memories, a personal geography drawn across countries and cities, each with its own hue, its own story. For me, Europe is not just a continent; it’s a mind-map of childhood wanderings and a scrap book of recollections that stretch back to my earliest years.
Ireland, my homeland, is where the narrative begins – a land of myths and melodies, where every blade of grass and crashing wave holds a tale, as well as its own fair bit of magic.
From there, the journey stretches out like the interwoven threads of a Celtic knot, to the romantic boulevards of France, the robust fortresses of Germany, and the golden fields of Spain that bask under an eternal sun. Italy, with its vastly different regions is a lifelong favourite of mine.
Belgium‘s cobbled alleys whispered tales of yesteryears as I began to explore them in my teens, while Portugal‘s Atlantic breeze carried stories of explorers. Just a short hop over the Irish Sea, the United Kingdom has been a constant in my travels, a land where pomp and circumstance are woven into the very fabric of its beautiful countryside.
This Europe, my Europe, is a rich, gold-woven web of the old and the new, a celebration of contrasts where each country is as unique as the one next to it.
