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17.09.14 _ day 114 {zagreb, croatia}

Such life emits from the streets of Zagreb: there are people lining the stores, cafes and restaurants. At all hours you see couples and groupings of people enjoying each other’s company over a coffee, snack or beer. The streets are never bombarded with crowds and hoards, which keeps the overall atmosphere of the city relatively calming. I have spent the last two days here, slowly exploring and wandering the streets, seeing the mix of historic and modern: the young and the old.

When walking the streets here in Zagreb, you understand there is an appreciation for beauty and enjoyment. Locals never or rarely rush, ladies and men a like dress with care and style. There is an appreciation for life and good health. The daily market in Dolac Trg (square) can provide enough various foods that one never would have to go to the grocer. Below the square are the butchers and fishmongers – while above are all the fruit, vegetables, cheese, honey and roots. The quantity of different vendors makes you realize how affluent the farming culture is here – and the general respect for life goes much further than afternoon pleasures, but to the source of life and nutrition.

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05.10.14 - day 132 [sofia, bulgaria]

Neverland has met its match - the lost boys seem to have held tight to this metropolitan city in a unique country. The capital of Bulgaria has held tight to its historic past with clear markings that things have not changed: subways out of the 1980’s, communist big brother police booths tower over intersections, Communist monuments pierce the sky with the tortured and weathered facaded but a strong back bone. This city has seen much action in the rise and fall of communism and has attempted in great strides to regain its peaceful and democratic gain back on the nation, but so much is still a reminder of the past. The buildings blown out of proportion and ruled with an iron fist - the parks are unified and streamlined, the whimsical decorum has now been paved with power and control and you can see a struggle to survive, mend and keep up with the fall of communism. Buildings are abandoned and unable to be rebuilt, streets are started - but never finished. Its a never land stuck in progress, stuck in a process of urbanizing, updating and reinventing. But alas as most of the Balkan states - it too will get there. 

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16.06.14 - day 21 [reykjavik - “smokey bay”]

On top of a hot springs this small town of 200,000 is a scenic metropolis of tourism for Iceland. There are cute shops and bars and a thriving gay scene of one bar - literally one gay bar in all of Iceland. Who knew!! But the best parts of this town were the times I spent with my two friends - Bradley and Steve. We rented bikes for the afternoon and wandered around the bayside and raced through the hills of Reykjavik. It’s the surprises like this that keep me excited for what is around the corner next. Who would have thought that the two boys I barely get to see would be in the same city at the same time. The next year will be a world of surprises, lessons and excitement.

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29.09.14 – day 124 [lopud, croatia]

The water crashes slowly against the shore; gently recycling it’s process. The calm soothing repetition of the waves is the only sound heard over the entire island. The moon is your light. The stars are your backdrop. Barely a fraction of the island is occupied by homes or people, making this the quaintest natural place I have been. Four nights of simple relaxing, island enjoyment and great food was a perfect break from the constant go go go that things have been. Sadly I don’t want to leave. 

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24.09.14 – day 121 [blagaj, bosnia]

The mother hen of Majdas Hostel is a lively, homely, welcoming and very set in her ways kind of woman. It’s a fine balance living there - between catholic school nun and the mother that welcomes all in for tea. She is a funny woman, but what I will never forget besides being locked out day one and having to crawl through the roll down shutters through the crack in the sliding glass door is her artistic and not so accurate representation of what a map should look like. Yes, I am an architect; I think like one, I draw like one and I visualize one – so when handed a map hand drawn with collared sharpie and squiggles to represent bridges, monuments, and critical turns, I laugh at the chances that we are going to get to where we want to go.

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12.07.14 - day 47 [berlin, germany]

Graffiti, collage, street art, self expression, guerrilla architecture and endless forms of artistic display have become the new facade of the crumbled, destroyed and devastated fronts of the old Berlin. The new Berlin is blanketed with freedom of expression; fighting to keep gentrification away and allowing the people to occupy and express their own message and vision for the streets of Berlin. 

I find it ironic though, most street art mocks the condition or the ability of self reflection - is this implying that those artists truly want to gentrify and change their conditions? Does the ‘underworld’ of Berlin want to rise and become the next generation yuppie. 

I am interested to follow the growth of this city and see where the artistic world can go… do they survive and outgrow the demand for modern living conditions and economic growth? do they crumble under their own demise and success? does the city itself gentrify and incorporate their self expression. 

Berlin is a unique city. I am eager to see how this city continues to grow as less vacant space is available for self discovery. 

10.07.14 - day 45 [berlin, germany]


Berlin is a city that lives and breaths at night…rest is for the day - moments like this open my eyes to the opportunity I have given myself. I am in a beautiful place, with great people making the memories of a life time. The simplicity of this view is all I need some times. It is simple, beautiful and powerful

(at Alexanderplatz)

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