By the time we stepped aboard the Princess Eleganza, we’d already crossed three countries, ridden buses and trains, climbed more stairs than I care to remember, and well and truly earned the next phase of our trip.

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.

Some meals are more than just food-they’re an experience. That’s exactly what we were hoping for on our recent trip to Bali: something truly special, something that would linger in our memories long after the last bite.

If you’d told me back on Day 1, windswept and wide-eyed in Matosinhos, that we’d soon be striding into Santiago de Compostela with full hearts and tired feet, I’m not sure I’d have believed you.

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...

Camino had started to feel less like a challenge and more like a lifestyle. Early mornings, lacing up boots by headlamp, walking with the sunrise, finding our rhythm. But the Camino isn’t one long beach walk. Sometimes, it’s a mountain. A very big mountain.

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.