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Golden lights outlining gothic details, the scent of warm punch drifting between stalls, shadows sliding across the Rathaus — all those sensory sparks that make you pause and think, yes, this is why I love winter travel.

A slow-travel guide to sauna rituals: how to stay hygienic, respect local etiquette, and experience a truly unique alpine sauna in Folgaria, Italy.

A personal reflection on animal tourism — why our love for animals sometimes turns into exploitation, and how sustainable travel choices can bring respect and freedom back into the picture.

What happens when a fairytale village becomes too famous for its own peace? Marianna Kőrösi reflects on overtourism, sustainability, and her university research into how we can travel more mindfully.

It starts with that photo we’ve all seen — maybe even taken ourselves. A sea of people in front of St. Mark’s Basilica. The caldera view in Santorini framed by phones. Crowds shuffling up to the Eiffel Tower or Dubrovnik’s city walls under the midday sun. Crazy lines waiting to see the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona.

I visited the World Press Photo Exhibition 2025 in October here in Budapest, and as always, it hit hard. Year after year, this exhibition captures the cruelness of existing wars — and this time, it felt even more raw, more unbearable. Faces of people who lost everything. Cities turned into dust. Children’s eyes staring straight into yours, silently asking: what are we doing to the world? I always miss something. The beauty in the world... it is also there...

The travel toolkits didn’t only make my travels easier. It made them more sustainable. I slowly began to understand that sustainable travel doesn’t start when you arrive somewhere; it starts before you even leave home.

Globelogue is my dialogue with the world — about how we can keep exploring it with more awareness, kindness, and balance. Sustainable travel, not as a trend, but as a way to keep the joy of discovering alive.

Experience the 2025 Monza Formula 1 weekend from a traveler’s view — beauty, chaos, and all. Tips, impressions, and lessons from Italy’s racing heart.

The calendar insists summer is nearly over, but I’ve always believed those final golden days are something special. When the air cools just enough to take the edge off the heat, when the school bells threaten to ring again, yet the afternoons still stretch out lazily—it feels like borrowed time.

I first discovered Bartus Márta over a decade ago. For three years, I quietly followed her work, making sure her results were consistent and tasteful. When I finally stepped into her salon, I booked a brow treatment – and from that day on, I knew I was in the right hands.

I sat one night, scrolling slowly on an old desktop computer, when I stumbled upon photos of a place called Koh Chang. The name immediately caught my attention—Chang means “elephant” in Thai, and the island was named for its elephant-shaped silhouette rising from the sea. I’d never heard of it before, and that was reason enough.

Petram is not just a name—it’s a promise. The resort sits on a beautifully maintained, secure estate (yes, complete with gates and friendly security staff), where every corner feels cared for. The gardens are lush and trimmed, the air is filled with Mediterranean scents, and the staff greet you with genuine warmth. Right from the moment we parked, it felt less like checking into a hotel and more like stepping into a temporary home.

There’s something magical about traveling with a dog. The suitcase is barely zipped, and those watchful eyes already know: adventure is coming. I often joke that packing for Hana is almost the same as packing for my teenager—just swap the headphones for squeaky toys and the snacks for chew sticks.

There are tastes that stay with you, not because they are easy, but because they are layered and complex. Chinotto is one of them.

Our first stop wasn’t the Duomo or the Galleria, but Parco Sempione, where Hana, our Shiba Inu, could finally stretch her legs after hours in the car. She ran, sniffed, and looked utterly pleased with life — the canine version of that first sip of coffee in the morning.

That’s how we found Hemanaire — a name that instantly stood out. Nestled near the village of Cremolino, in the rolling vineyards of Piedmont, it promised not just a place to sleep, but an experience in slow, intentional living. Hemanaire offers two accommodation options: Casa Mana and Casa Hema, both designed with a quiet elegance that feels deeply connected to the land. We stayed in Casa Mana, a spacious suite that felt instantly ....

Sometimes, when looking for accommodation, it’s fun to break the pattern. Instead of sorting by hotel stars, I switch the filter to Recommendations and found John Luxury Suites.

I woke up to the kind of view that makes you forget to breathe for a moment — the Matterhorn, standing proud and impossibly perfect, framed right outside our hotel window. My coffee steamed gently in my hand, but I hardly noticed. It’s not every day you wake up to the mountain from the Toblerone bar logo, and I wasn’t about to rush it.

Our 9-day European road trip began in Budapest, the car packed with excitement, a playlist ready for the open road, and a route that promised a mix of mountains, cities, and coastline. The first stop was Maribor, Slovenia’s second-largest city, where cobbled streets met the gentle flow of the Drava River. It was the perfect warm-up...