After a long bus ride from Sarajevo, we arrived in Dubrovnik tired but completely wowed. From endless stone steps and sunset spritzes to walking the Old Town walls and finding Game of Thrones filming spots, our first taste of Croatia was equal parts beautiful and chaotic and the perfect prelude to our Adriatic cruise adventure.

Mostar stole our hearts with its fairytale bridge, turquoise river, and cobbled old town buzzing with life. We wandered through markets scented with coffee and grilled cevapi, watched brave locals dive from Stari Most, and soaked up stories of resilience. It’s a city that’s beautiful, raw, and unforgettable – where every stone seems to whisper history and hope.

There are some cities that surprise you the moment you arrive, and Sarajevo was one of them.

Two fun-filled days in Porto before walking the Camino, food tours, Port wine, Francesinha sandwiches and a hangover or two.

One year ago, we were a few drinks deep with some of our best friends when someone floated the idea:"Let’s do the Camino." We laughed. We cheered. And then, surprisingly, we followed through. Twelve months later, we were standing in front of the Cathedral in Santiago de Compostela, sweaty, emotional, and overwhelmed, in the best possible way.

By now, the Camino had become a rhythm. Wake. Walk. Eat. Repeat. We’d started to trust our legs, our gear, and even our dodgy Spanish. But with all good adventures, there’s always a twist...

There’s a unique kind of energy that comes from taking on something big. The kind that has you triple-checking your pack, rethinking your sock choices, and wondering (quietly, over espresso) whether you’re actually a bit mad.