THE HOTEL GUIDE

I had moments in my life and through this blogging journey where I started asking myself where my real home really was. Because at the end of the day, it happened that I actually didn’t feel like home anywhere. And not in a bad way, not at all! Kind of in a way where you just don’t remember anymore and get lost in this hectic life pace. Like sometimes you don’t remember what day it is. Well sometimes, I don’t remember what it feels like to sleep in my own, actual, normal bed. Or if I do, then it feels just weird! Not that I’ll complain about king size hotel beds. My actual bed in Switzerland is so tiny that my feet always hang out from all...