Valencia – friendship never ends!

It has been few days since I came back from Valencia but this city is still stuck in my head. I can not stop thinking about this city. I am not sure why. Valencia is a beautiful city but I think it’s because of my friends. That because of them I really enjoyed this trip.

It all started when I saw them sitting and waiting right next to speed gate at the metro station. At this moment, I knew it’s going to be something I won’t forget.

A little party killed nobody!

I arrived in Valencia in the evening so we didn’t have any other choice than to start this trip with a little party as we always did. Few drinking games in our apartment and then we headed to the most expensive club in Valencia, club called Indiana. Club where we had to pay literally for everything! Even when we went out to take a fresh air we had to pay 3€. Otherwise, they wouldn’t let us go inside again. At least we didn’t have to pay for toilets.

But over all of this, it was a good night. Everyone was dancing, almost everyone was drunk, one of us was missing almost all night, another one was fighting with one guy and DJ sucked. But the rest was perfect and we enjoyed every single moment. After few hours, we finally found our loner. Unfortunately for him, we were almost on the way home. We spent few more minutes in the club and headed home.

The next day was coming and I didn’t want to spend all day in a bed with a hangover.

It’s a lime, not a lemon!


The next day we woke up around midday. It was too late for breakfast and because I wanted to try Spanish food we decided to take some lunch somewhere. I was so excited to try Spanish Paella. But do you have an idea how difficult is to find a typical Spanish restaurant for lunch? It’s almost impossible. It was always Italian restaurant or Kebab house. And when we found a nice restaurant, the restaurant was full or fully booked.

A few hours later, we were so tired of walking and searching for a restaurant so we took a place in a Mexican restaurant at Plaça de la Reina. Mexican is almost the same as Spanish, just a little bit spicier. We ordered some nachos and burgers. Such a typical Spanish food. During our lunch, we got a very interesting life lesson about what is the difference between lime and lemon. Thank you very much, my friend. I can not imagine life without you.

Never ending park!


There is nothing better than a nice walk right after good lunch! Antiguo Cauce del Rio Turia seemed like a good choice. And it was. We walked through the park which was built in an old river bed and stretch for almost 9km through Valencia. It is a really astonishing park with something else to see at each part of the walk from one end to the other. I can’t imagine that anyone wouldn’t enjoy this. This park is truly like a view into the daily life of Valencia. It’s a wonderful walk ending in the City of Arts and Sciences. It’s a fabulous juxtaposition of nature and modern architecture. It really left me with a feeling of what Valencia is all about.

I have to say this is the most beautiful park I have ever seen in my life. It was such pleasure for my eyes. But maybe it’s because I am living in Malta where the green colour reminds you a colour of dry bush in the middle of Sahara.

After sunset always follow dawn!


Another unforgettable moment for me was a sunset at Playa de la Malvarrosa. A Huge beach which offers the possibility for a nice walk and the sunset makes this beach even more beautiful. We were just walking, taking some crazy photos and watching a sand artist who made an amazing castle with a dragon! It was almost like Game of Thrones! I gave him few euro because I had to take some photos of this art. I wish to come in a summer because it can be nice just lay down under sun on this beach. And because even sunset doesn’t last forever we headed home.

We have watched some movies and went to sleep for the last time. The next morning, my trip came to the end and it was time to say goodbye. A thing I hate most in this world. I said goodbye to my friend and walked with my old roommate at the train station. We didn’t talk much. I think we both realised what’s coming. A few minutes later it really came and once again I had to say goodbye to one of the best people I know. When I passed through the speed gate it reminded me the first day how they were waiting for me and few tears appeared in my eyes.

But after sunset always follow dawn and I know I will see them again soon.

Other great moments happened on this trip but if I would tell you everything you would read this post forever.


Where is my home?

One day I had a call with my mom, and she asked me what I am doing as always. I was on the way at home, so I told her I am going home right now. And this answer started a long and exhausting conversation. As I continued in my way at home, I started to ask myself “Where is my home?”. It wasn’t easy, but I think I found the right answer.

I grew up in an ordinary house with my parents. Well, I spent there just 15 years with my parents. When I was 15 years old or something like that, my parents got divorced, and I moved with my mother to my grandma’s house. Everything was complicated. One week, I was living with my dad and another week I was living with my mom. Every time I told her that I am going home to take some things she had the face “I am here, this your home now.” and my grandma was the same. It was difficult. My parents hated each other, and I was in the middle of everything. How could I call this my home?

After two years, my mom introduced me to her boyfriend. Later on, we started to live with him. So I had to move again. To be honest, I preferred to live with my grandma than with him. My grandma always had a fridge full of food. I am just kidding now. It was nice. I didn’t mind living there.

We lived there for one year when my mom told me that they are building a new house few kilometres from the city. I was nicely surprised cause I always preferred a small village before a big city. I think it took two years to build the house, not sure now. Anyway, after two years we moved there. I had my room so I could do everything I wanted. But what’s important that I knew I would not have to move anywhere else for a long time and I could call this my second home.

So I had two places which I called my home. The place where my dad is living and the place where my mom is living. But which one is the right one, both of them?

During my studies, I decided to go on Erasmus, and I am so happy for this decision. I had an opportunity to share a house with two Portuguese girls. It was unbelievable. Only because of them I felt there like at home. I will always love these girls. To be honest, it was one of the best parts of my life.

Maybe you already know what I want to say and you know my answer.

After my Erasmus, I started to live with my parents again. One week there and second there. I also joined ESN and helped international students with their Erasmus in the Czech Republic.

But in the Summer Semester, something special happened. I was a buddy of one Croatian girl. When she came to the city, I had to pick her up and show her a way to dormitories. At this moment, none of us knew what was going to happen. I picked her up, took her at dormitories and showed her her room. When we opened a door, we have met our last roommate for the next four and half months. The Turkish girl. Maybe you are asking why I wrote “our last roommate”. To be honest, I don’t know what happened and how it started, but after two weeks I started to sleep in their room almost every day. I slept more in their room than at home. And I felt much better there than at my home. Why? Maybe it was because of the peace and love.

A few days after their departure I moved to Malta. The first month here, I lived in a big house with so many people. It was terrible. I would never call this my home. Nobody cared about the others. Now I am living with three Italian girls, and it’s much much much better.

So which place should I call my home? The answer is “All of them!”. I think it doesn’t matter where the place is but who is living there. If there are people who will always welcome you with open hands, you can always feel there like at home.

Home is where your heart is, and my heart belongs to them who love me! With them, I will always feel like at home.


This is my life!

Because after sunset always follow dawn!

Don’t ask me what this expression means. If you want to understand a meaning of this you have to read this blog and maybe one day, you will understand my life and what does it mean.

My first idea was to create a travel blog like other people do and share my stories of how I travelled there and there. But then I realised that’s not what I want. Everyone is writing about travelling,  what they did and stuff like this. I would like to show you more than this. I would like to show you….

Story of my life!

But you have still no idea who I am. Okay then.

I was born in 1993 in a small country called the Czech Republic also known as the Heart of Europe. I was an ordinary boy. Until my 15 years, I had a life like other kids… football, scuffed knees and bruised ass how I got beating every time I didn’t listen to my father. Between 15 and 19 I was the IT boy who had only “0” and “1” in his head.

When I was 19 years old, I started university in my hometown. I didn’t have so much time for travelling, but I was always looking for some opportunity how I can travel. I also went on my first bigger trip. It was with one of the companies you pay, and they will plan everything for you. You must just walk and enjoy the destination. After this trip, I realised what’s my dream. I don’t want a Mac, an expensive car or a huge house. I just want to travel and see all the beauty in the world! That’s all I want, and I will always do everything for that.

And then, after two years of studying, I decided to go on Erasmus. The biggest and the best decision in my life! It was the best part of my life. Erasmus changed my life and one day; I will tell you everything about my Erasmus.

And I almost forgot the most important thing. After Erasmus I became crazy, and I stayed crazy up to this day. But crazy in a good way of course.

One of my friends told me that definition of me is

The crazy boy with a dirty mind but with a good heart!

When I came back at home, I didn’t know what to do. I was so bored at this moment. I was caught in this circle school-work-home-school-work… These days were the worst days in my life. I was still thinking about my Erasmus. I wanted to go back so badly, but after some time I realised it is time to accept the fact. It will never be again like on Erasmus. Luckily I found an organisation called ESN short for Erasmus Student Network. I was a volunteer in this organisation for one year and thanks to ESN I have friends across the Europe but also beyond the Europe. It was a great time. But then when everyone left I felt alone again. Yes, I had Czech friends, and I would give my balls for them. I loved them. But it wasn’t the same.

So I decided for the craziest thing in my life. Because of this and some personal problems, I dropped my school, and I moved to Malta to start a new life. Many people are asking if I regret this decision that I lost years at university for nothing. No, I don’t regret it! Even if I could go back and change something I wouldn’t make anything different! I have met so many great people who are more important than some university degree.

And here I am. I am doing what I want, travelling where I want, sitting on the sofa and writing the story of my life.

But what’s more important…

I am living my dream!