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Slow Travel Argentina

***This is a guest post by Emily @ Let’s Roam Wild***

A Year in Argentina


“You’re leaving for a year?” The look on Jamie’s face was one part fright and two parts anger. Through an accidental slip of the tongue from another friend, she had just found out that I would be departing in five months for a year to live abroad in Buenos Aires during our junior year of college. I hadn’t intentionally kept it from her, I had just wanted it to be final before I broke the news. Within three short days I had applied to extend my study abroad program, found a replacement for my room on the lease, and officially declared I’d be spending a full year down south…way south. We’d never spent more than a summer apart since we became each others’ extended families back in sixth grade. She’d be leaving too for Australia for second semester, but was downright pissed that I’d be ditching her for an additional half-year and that she’d found out from someone else.

Patagonia, Argentina

Patagonia, Argentina

Patagonia, Argentina

I’d been in a relationship that I was having trouble getting out of, was getting sick of my small college town and it was -14 degrees outside. I needed a break. My obsession with exploring new places was ignited after a slow, six-week trip through the tiny country of Israel. It was followed by two weeks in small town, Szarvas, Hungary and then another six-week summer stint living in Sevilla, Spain. Spend a year living in the Paris of South America? Get a fresh start, even if temporary? Yes, please.

“We’ll be so fine, Jame. I’m sorry you found out this way.” I felt terrible that my secret had been let out, and not from me. I knew this news would be hard for her to handle. I was confident we’d get through this; our decade-long friendship had carried us through some of the roughest moments of our lives. And now, as I write this story, I look down at the rusty gold “J” staring back at me from my right-hand ring finger, the memento that we bought to remind ourselves of the strength of our friendship while apart, and smile because she’s the one cheering me on to my next adventure.

Even then, especially then, my wanderlust had taken control of my life. It was making my decisions for me, and it isn’t always kind to those who love me. It is slow travel that fuels my soul.

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I came back from Italy and felt unsettled. I’d just spent two weeks exploring Rome, Florence, Tuscany, Cinque Terre, and Bologna with my boyfriend. This trip exploded with romantic panoramic views, countless life-changing meals, and sites that have drawn people in for centuries. Why didn’t I feel satisfied? Why hadn’t this place become a piece of my identity like the others?


I don’t travel to just see things. I travel to learn about how people live, to understand what makes a culture special, to share in the true essence of a place, to challenge myself. I reminisced about family dinners with my host grandma, Shabbat at my Argentine boyfriends’ house with and asados, or barbecues, at the country house with Giselle, my portena best friend. I remembered my plane ride home, feeling like I was leaving a piece of myself behind. And I thought about how my favorite Pandora stations are Bacilos and the Latin Workout music stations, I find myself seeking out every empanada and Argentine steak place and I gush over porteno Spanish when I get the rare chance to hear it on the streets of Chicago.

Since you’re here reading about how to slow travel Argentina, it’s probably pretty obvious to you why that trip didn’t leave a mark like the rest. This was the first time that I visited a country, spent less than 3 days in each place, didn’t know the language and interacted with almost zero locals. It wasn’t Italy itself, it was that I traveled in a style that wasn’t my own. I had grown accustomed to a completely different way of travel and had no idea. I am a slow traveler. I now know that am most fulfilled by my travels when I have spent meaningful time with natives of the land I’m visiting, when I’ve enjoyed significant amounts of time in the places themselves, when I’ve walked, hiked, experienced the land itself, and when I’m pushed out of my comfort zone.

Quebrada de Humahuaca

How to slow travel in Argentina


Local Lens
Maybe I ran away from a boyfriend, or boredom. But whatever I was escaping when I decided to leave Madison for Buenos Aires, it led me a country that shaped my identity in ways that I’m still discovering. Part of what made my time there so uniquely impactful was that I felt like I’d become a part of the Jewish community of Buenos Aires. My host grandmother, boyfriend and best friend were all Jewish. It was fascinating to uncover the similarities of my Jewish culture back home and the shared traditions of Jewish Argentine families. Being adopted into the porteno Jewish community transformed my experience as I viewed the city through a local lens and began to understand the expansiveness of the Jewish collective history.

Lesson learned? Find local experiences. Whether it’s couchsurfing, finding a temporary working gig with workaway, or signing up for a homestay yourself, I challenge you to push yourself out of your comfort zone and seek out your place in the local community. I don’t believe that you can really understand the nuances and beauties of a culture, until you become a part of it.


Home base or on the go?
Argentina has incredibly diverse biomes. You’ll find urban areas, dessert, plains, jungle, and mountains due to the sheer massive size of the country. For an outdoor adventure lover like myself, there’s no shortage of inspiration. As I was studying abroad, I used Buenos Aires as my home base. My suggestion to anyone who is slow traveling through Argentina – plan to spend at least a week in the capital and plan ahead to make sure you’re hitting the right restaurants, off-the-beaten-path bars, festivals, and porteno favorite experiences. If you can use Buenos Aires as your home base, I’d do that as well. But, if you’re going to be constantly on the move, I’d suggest starting there (since that’s likely where you’ll fly into) and going in a long oval around the country, starting in the north, heading west and south down to Patagonia and then back up on the east side.

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For you slow travelers, I suggest you travel through the bus system. There are typically three different types of buses. I’d categorize them as luxury, middle class and the cheap seats. The biggest difference on each is how far back your seat goes and the level of service provided (on the luxury you receive meals and free champagne and whiskey and your seat is plush leather).

Since Argentina is so large, you’ll find that many places have very long bus routes between them. I’d suggest doing the overnight buses so that you’re not wasting daylight hours on the bus! And, if you can afford it, go for the luxury. I’m a budget traveler, but it was really nice to have a leather seat that went back 180 degrees for a good night’s sleep. Remember, you really only can book within 30 days of you departure. Here’s an example of what it looks like to take a bus through Argentina.

San Telmo Festival, Buenos Aires



Example one-way options to Iguazu falls:

From Buenos Aires (Retiro Cap. Fed.) to Puerto Iguazu (Misiones)

Rio Uruguay First Class – $145 – Welcome Drink, pastries, cold dish, hot dish, refreshment, dessert, breakfast, blankets, pillows, individual screen, seats with 180º reclining. Wifi service and a laptop computer available to the passenger.

Rio Uruguay Coche Cama (Cama Ejecutivo) – $125 – Cold dish, hot dish, dessert, refreshments, breakfast, blankets and pillows. [From my experience, this seat goes back pretty far, but not 180 degrees.]

Rio Uruguay Semi-Cama – $110 – Cold dish, breakfast, refreshments. [From my experience, this seat goes back a little bit, like an airline flight seat.]

Bariloche, Argentina



Where to visit
Below you’ll find a few places that I think are must-sees when slow traveling through Argentina. While there are of course even more, this list should be a great place for you to start on your slow travels through Argentina.

Urban: Buenos Aires (the greatest) and Cordoba (smaller city)

Mountains: Bariloche (snow-capped mountains and pristine blue lakes), Mendoza (wine country), Cafayate (red mountains up north), El Chalten (world class hiking)

Glaciers: Calafate (Perito Moreno glacier)

Coast: Puerto Madryn (penguins, sea lions, whales) , Mar de Plata (beach), Ushuaia (southernmost tip)

Desert: Salta, Jujuy, Salinas Grandes (salt flats)

Jungle: Iguazu Falls (waterfalls)


What’s next for my slow travels?
In my next trip, six months in Southeast Asia, I’m looking forward to making myself find experiences with locals and not letting myself only hang out with other travelers. I’m going to actively try to learn as much as I can of the languages so I can make real connections with the people around me. I’m going to move slowly in order to allow each place I visit to leave an impact on me. Since I’m not traveling with any organized program this time around, it will be all on me this time to make sure I have the experience that satisfies my travel style.

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‘The Art of Slow Travel’ is back up and running

Dear readers,

A while ago, something horrible happened to my beloved blog. Let’s say it was hit by the proverbial bus. One day I woke up to a number of widgets I needed to update on WordPress. Once I had, I found out the website just wasn’t displaying.

After a chat with my lovely web designer, I was informed that the creator of my theme had stopped updating it, which means that any new wordpress and theme updates were corrupting it.

After a lot of research, she told me she could get it back up and running on a simpler theme, which is what you’re seeing today. I do miss my old theme, but finally ‘The Art’ is back up and running and it doesn’t look half-bad. Pictures are displaying properly, and the theme is nice and spacious, just the way I like it.

Unfortunately, while all this was happening I found myself wanting another blog, one which did not limit myself to the topic of travel. Once again, my lovely web designer came to my rescue, and we started chatting about a new blog which she’s now putting together for me.

I think the problem is that for the longest time, I have defined myself as a travel blogger and a travel writer, but the truth is, I am a writer. Full stop. I want to write about travel, but also life. I want to write stories for children and for adults. I want to write whatever I feel like writing during my million types of moods, and I want a platform that will take it all. This is what the new blog means to me.

If you care to join me for this next crazy ride, please hang around and I will let you know when the new blog is up and running. It will still feature some eye-popping photography from around the world, but I believe it will be a better place than ‘The Art’.

In the meantime, I will leave you with a selection of photos from my last 3-week trip to Malta, Italy, Switzerland and Singapore.

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Zabbar, Malta

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The Roman Forum, Rome, Italy

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The Duomo, Florence, Italy

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The Chili Crab, Singapore

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Florence, Italy

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The Trevi Fountain, Rome

-Text and Photography by Denise Pulis







The Art of Slow Travel 2013 travel wrap up

I’ve been doing end-of-year wrap ups ever since I started this blog, and they have always been very focused on my travel experiences (duh, this is a travel blog after all!) – 2010, where I took several trips around Europe during the year I moved to Switzerland, 2011, the year when I finally achieved my goal of finding a way to leave and work permanently in Australia, and prepared to do so the following year, and 2012, when, quitting my 3 jobs in Switzerland, I spent 2 months in Vietnam and Singapore, then landed in Australia and did a short trip to New Zealand.

It was all amazing, but 2013 was even amazing-er (so amazing it deserved the creation of a new word). There was, of course, travel involved this year, even if to a lesser degree than during previous ones, as there is no way I will ever be cured of my chronic travel bug. Here are the places I travelled to and some of my favourite moments and places.


I cannot think of a country I wanted to visit more than Japan. The year before I had opted for Vietnam instead because I could easily spend three months there for the price of 2 weeks in Japan, and at the time I needed the long break. But this year, I didn’t want to keep making any more excuses. The Yen was at an all time low, several Japanese friends had offered to host me and Boyfriend and several more wanted to show us around their home towns, so I booked tickets to visit in May. In the space of three weeks, we did a lot without it feeling to rushed. we started in Tokyo, taking day trips to Mount Fuji, then flew down to Fukuoka where a friend took us around the magnificent island of Kyushu. Next up were Hiroshima and Miyajima, then a quick train up to the Kansai region where we explore Osaka, Nara, Kobe and Kyoto.

Finally, we headed off to Nagoya to be with friends, and got to explore the city, plus some other areas like Ise and the Japanese Alps, where we saw some late blooming cherry trees. From here, we returned to Tokyo to catch the flight back home.

Favourite Photos

Odaiba, Tokyo

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Eating black eggs (boiled in the sulfuric water) in Hakone

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The Peace dome, Hiroshima

The plains beneath Mount Aso, Kyushu

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People gathering under the Torii gate, Miyajima

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Feeding the deer, Nara

Beautiful Kyoto

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 Koi Fish and Boat in Nagoya

Best Bits

Seriously everything – the amazing food (if you are a bit open minded), the natural scenery with the beautiful Mount Fuji, covered in snow, the ancient architecture (Temple fatigue does not exist for me) and the amazing friendly people who opened their homes to me, took me out to memorable meals and showed me their Japan – apart from one thing, which brings me to…

Worst Bit

The fact that smoking is allowed in eating places. Japan is filled with small traditional hole-in-the wall places to eat, but Japanese men will always be smoking there. In fact, I was a bit surprised as to how many of them smoke. Only more modern establishments seem to (not always) have different zones, though sometimes the divider is nothing but an invisible line on the floor.

Melbourne and Victoria

I am still calling Melbourne and Victoria home, and have no plan on leaving. I never wanted to be a nomad. The reason why I moved countries and travelled so much is because I was looking for Home. Melbourne is Home. The weather never gets too cold or too humid and hot, the food is amazing and there are great restaurants everywhere, the public transport is frequent, reasonably priced and efficient, and you can have a comfortable life even if you’re not a lawyer, a banker or a doctor. Here are my favourite photos and experiences in and around Melbourne from this year.

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Discovering street art during a Melbourne lane ways and arcades tour

Great Ocean Road

Beach and Surfer along the Great Ocean Road

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Feeding Wallabies and stroking Koalas at the Moonlit Sanctuary

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Spending my Birthday at Nepean National Park


I must admit that, for some reason, I just never felt the urge to go to Thailand. To be even more honest, I loathed the idea. All that came to mind when I thought about Thailand were scams at every corner, old European men buying local women and tacky tourist shops and inedible Asian-Western food. When I got the opportunity to visit Thailand for ‘work’ and to travel a bit more off the beaten track, I thought that I couldn’t possibly be this prejudiced towards a country I had never visited, so I thought I’d give it a go.

I started in Bangkok, travelled up to Sukhothai where I was lucky enough to be in time for the Festival of Lights celebrations, went up to Lampang and visited the world’s first elephant hospital, then did a home stay in the outskirts of Chiang Mai before moving to the city proper for a couple of days.

Favourite Photos

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Stupa illuminated for the festival of lights, Sukhothai

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Elephant at the Elephant Hospital, Lampang

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Festival of lights, Night Market, Lampang

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Doi Suthep temple, Chiang Mai

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Lady restoring mural at Wat Po, Bangkok

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Model posing for Japanese photography tourists, Sukhothai Historical park

Best Bits

I really enjoyed Thailand. Because I had read up on all the scams, it was easy to avoid them. The people were extremely friendly, and while Bangkok and Chiang Mai are very touristy (which is ok) the places I visited in between were less so and absolutely stunning. I am a sucker for beautifully preserved ancient ruins and temples (can’t get enough of Buddhas) and rice fields frames by soaring mountains.

Worst Bits

This is entirely my fault (because the trip was quite fast and I was not staying in a particular place long enough), but I found it really difficult to find authentic Thai food. The closest places to eat (so again this is my fault because I did not take the time to go out of my way) were these weird, 100-page-menu places with bad Thai and tasteless Western dishes (which I didn’t want as I don’t travel to eat Western food abroad). My best meals were those were locals cooked for us at homestays, straight out of their kitchen. Everything else was…meh.

This obviously means that I need to go back and find proper, amazing Thai food.


So what’s in store for 2014?

In January, I am off for a week in the beautiful Whitsunday Islands. I haven’t had a beach holiday in ages, so I am really looking forward to that. Then in May is the big trip back to Europe to visit friends and family. All together I will be visiting Dubai, Malta, Italy (for the first time!), Switzerland and Singapore before coming back home 3 weeks later.

While this is all I have planned at the moment, I am quite sure I will be able to squeeze in another trip to an Asian country, though I am not entirely sure where. I am really intrigued by mainland Malaysia though…

And of course, Australia still has plenty to offer.


ON A DIFFERENT NOTE…I had plenty of fantastic non-travel moments too.

After a dark start to the year, I managed to go from a job I really hated and which was affecting me physically and emotionally, to one I really loved (within the same company, which is great – sometimes something just isn’t the right fit). I reached my goal of being financially comfortable. After years, I finished my first novel (!!!!!) and am now embarking in the long and complicated process of finding a publisher. My head is already buzzing with the next book, the second in what will eventually be a trilogy.

How about you? What were your best 2013 travel moments (feel free to post a link!) and what have you got planned for 2014? What were your best non-travel moments?

-Text and Photography by Denise Pulis

Cycling around Sukhothai Historical Park

My first introduction to the Sukhothai historical park was on the evening of the festival of lights. The park was filled with market stalls selling delicious and cheap local food, the stupas were lit up with candles and for once, locals outnumbered tourists. But to do justice to this UNESCO world heritage site, I needed to go back during the day, hop on a bicycle (the park is vast), and visit its many ruins and Buddhas.

On the day I visited, a group of Japanese tourists were walking around in the company of a woman dressed in traditional Thai clothing and taking pictures of her in front of various ruins, and of course, since she was practically ‘blocking’ the view, I took the liberty to incorporate her in some of my shots.

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-Text and Photography by Denise All rights reserved.

Loy Krathong: The Festival of Lights in Sukhothai, Thailand

I buy a little boat in the shape of a duck from one of the many sellers in the park. There’s a long thin candle in it, and I light it up, cupping my hand around it to make sure the wind doesn’t blow it out as the flame settles itself. I make my way to a pier leading onto a small pond, and do it as my guide has explained it to me.

First, I apologies to the water for what I am about to do, for the fact that I am about to make it dirty with my little duck boat. Then I make a wish, and after placing it on the water, I give it a gentle push so that it’s able to float away. This is the festival of lights in Thailand. Though everyone knows the version which is held in Chiang Mai (Yi Peng) and which features floating lanterns which are released in their hundreds in the air, everywhere else in Thailand the traditional way to do it is like this, with small or more elaborate floating vessels lit up and left to float on water.

Below is a collection of images I took during this year’s festival of lights in Sukhothai (Loy Krathong). The festival was held in the historical park. Even if you’re  in Sukhothai outside of the festival, the park is home to a night market, and is beautiful during the day, but more on that in my next post.

Those are not stars…they are floating lanterns.

Thai sausage stand – Sausages are a mix of rice and pork, and come in spicy and standard

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-Text and Photography by Denise All rights reserved.


Crazy, touristy, beautiful Bangkok

It’s the end of November. I am in Bangkok. It’s hot, bearable until the sun comes out from behind the clouds and then I reach for my cap, and start sweating. ‘This is our winter’, our guide Gigi says, as she takes us through the marvels of the Royal Palace and of the Wat Pho. Whatever time of the year, Bangkok seems to be constantly clogged with tourists, and yet, on this walking tour, I can hardly feel it.

As Gigi explains the meaning behind murals, statues and stupas, the crowds melt away, and it feels like it’s just us and all this beautiful architecture.  Later, she takes us on a long tail boat trip, exploring the small canals which twist and turn around houses, both simple and grand,and  past temples where monks give you bread to feed to the healthy population of river catfish in exchange for a donation.

I join Gigi’s walking tour pretty much straight after getting to Bangkok – I had flown the night before, and gotten to my hotel so late that all I had time to do was sleep. Later I’d look at the streets around my hotel, filled with western bars and restaurants with their bland Thai food and massacred western dishes and think, is this Bangkok? What about what I had seen with Gigi – the quiet canals where local lived, and the impressive architecture? What is Bangkok really?

Like so many other places where tourism has become one of the most important ways for locals to make a living, Bangkok can feel oppressively tacky and touristy, but I have always understood, and will always understand. And it is almost inevitable that when tourism comes, a country has to sell a small part of its soul to this industry.

I thought I would hate Bangkok.In fact, I had postponed going to Bangkok for a very long time because of all the horrible stories I kept hearing about it. In fact, I ended up loving it, but maybe because I have travelled enough to understand that with tourism, compromises have to be made, and beautiful things are always there to discover, even in the most touristy of place.

Below is a collection of shots from my time in Bangkok. I saw very little as I soon moved on to other parts of Thailand, but there was still plenty for my camera to capture.




Have you been to Bangkok? What’s your overall opinion of it?

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-Text and Photography by Denise All rights reserved.


Goodbye Japan


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Nagoya Castle

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Nagoya garden, Nagoya

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Sakura tree blooming in the mountains

sakura in the Japanese alps

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In the end, the only thing left is memories.

 During the last few days of last May’s trip to Japan, I met up with an old Japanese friend who hosted us at her beautiful home in Nagoya. She took us to see her city, showed us its pretty castle and its garden, filled with Koy. She and her family welcomed us. Her parents welcomed us too, and gave us gifts. Her mother went through a traditional green tea ceremony with us. She laid delicate cups and small, carefully wrapped sweets on a low table, then proceeded to prepare the tea for us out of powder which foamed up when she mixed it with a thick brush. The tea was bitter and delicious.

Then our friend took us into the Nagano prefecture. We took gondolas up in the mountains which were still covered in snow, walked through forests filled with still-naked trees, occasionally coming across a blooming cherry blossom tree. While in areas like Tokyo and the Kansai region, sakura had long gone, this high and cold up in the mountains they were not an uncommon sight.

She took us to shrines and temples, and made us eat even more amazing Japanese food. Every meal was memorable, every bite something special.

This time was filled with the bitter-sweet happiness of knowing that you’re having the time of your life, but are about to go home. Home. Of course I was missing home, but there was something about Japan.

Now all I have is memories, and I have shared them with you in a series of posts which I hope have captured my Japan, so I can always remember.

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Destination Guide: Japan

-Text and Photography by Denise Pulis All rights reserved. This is part of Travel Photo Thursday.

The Art of Slow…Living

Australia Garden, Cranbourne

Australia Garden Cranbourne, Victoria, Australia

Australia Garden Cranbourne, Victoria, Australia

Australia Garden Cranbourne, Victoria, Australia

Moonlit Sanctuary

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Lunch in Sorento, Victoria, Australia

Point Nepean National Park

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Sorento, Mornington Peninsula, Victoria

Around a month ago, I celebrated my 28th birthday. I asked Boyfriend not to buy me anything, but to  simply take me on a day out somewhere in Victoria, and away from Melbourne. We were lucky to be blessed with a warm and sunny early spring day, which we ended up spending walking through the beautiful Australia Garden, feeding wallabies and stroking koalas at the Moonlit sanctuary, walking on soft sand at Point Nepean national park, and then finally stuffing our faces at the amazing Three Palms restaurant in Sorento.

It was the best birthday of my life, not only because of all the wonderful things I did, but because, for some time, I had been practising the art of slow living. Being such an advocate of slow travel, I recently realised that I did not have the same approach to life. I rushed through life, did jobs I did not enjoy which made me wish day after day away until my next trip. I didn’t want it to be that way. I wanted every single day to be precious, and my working hours to be more than just a way to earn money.

I changed my job, found something which I was passionate about, and which , if I worked hard, would reward me financially. It was not easy, and I almost ended up with no job at all, but somehow, the risk I took worked. I rediscovered the pleasure of going to the supermarket once a week to stock up on fresh produce which I would then slowly turn into yummy food, and so cut down on heavy take away. I took time to work on the novel I’ve been wanting to finish for years, and went out to see places around Melbourne and in beautiful Victoria.

Travel is always at the back of my mind. In November, I am going to explore Northern Thailand for a week, then in January, I’m finally visiting the stunning Whitsundays. In May next year, I am going home to visit family and should be able to squeeze another European destination, though I am still not sure where (I am thinking Italy though).

But travel no longer defines me. Travel is no longer the only thing which makes me happy and gives me a deep sense of peace. Simply looking out of the window of a train on my way to work when the morning light falls softly on the Melbourne cityscape does. So does cooking a good meal at home, and setting up a table for two, then having fresh strawberries with cream for dessert.

I will always love travel, but I am glad that I have found a way to live my life slowly as well.

What things give you joy in your everyday life? I would love it if you could share.

-Text and Photography by Denise Pulis All rights reserved. This is part of Travel Photo Thursday.

Come walk the streets of Ise with me…

Sitting here on a sunny Saturday morning in Melbourne, writing this post and looking at the photos from my 3-week trip in Japan(I’ve probably done it an unhealthy number of times since May), I know that it really won’t be very long before I decide to visit again. I am way too in love with everything that Japan is, have way too many friends there and am way too close to miss out on another trip there, possibly in the next couple of years, not to mention that Japanese food changed my taste buds, like, forever.

My favourite part of Japan and one which is rich in local character and sights is definitely the Kansai region, and while I’ve already spent a while there getting to know Kyoto, Osaka and Nara, there’s still more to see and do. Because while these three spots would definitely be considered the super stars of this part of Japan, there is more.

Speaking of more, there is Ise. I actually visited Ise from Nagoya while staying with an  Japanese friend, which means I had the pleasure of being there with a local, which to me is just the bee’s knees.

There are parts of Ise which are very, very photogenic, and let’s say that visiting on a sunny day helped. Come walk the streets of Ise with me…

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Ise Jingu

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The river-side street leading up to Ise Jingu is lined with traditional Japanese wooden structures, so you’ll find Seven Elevens, banks and even vending machine fitting this style.

You can easily spend a couple of hours just browsing for quality souvenirs and eating from one of the many restaurants, followed by tasting Japanese sweets, which for me, are still an acquired taste.

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Frog statue at Meoto-iwa

Nearby Futami is also worth a visit because of Meoto-iwa. Meoto-iwa is a natural formation composed of a couple of rocks in the sea, one considerably larger than the other, with a heavy rope tying them together. The rocks represent the union between a man and a woman, with the rope tying the two together. On the larger and male rock, there is a  Torii gate. Don’t let the pictures fool you. It’s not that the rope is giant. It’s the Torii gate which is tiny.

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The Ema at Meoto-iwa

The Ema at Meoto-iwa

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There are many statues and images of frogs around the shrine, and the word ‘frog’ in Japanese sounds very much like the word ‘return’. On the last day of my trip to Japan, the two Japanese friends who hosted us at their home for a few days in Nagoya, presented us with a tiny ceramic frog which they had bought on our visit together to Meoto-iwa, and explaining the significance, they said goodbye, expressing their hope that we would ‘return.’

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