Kos is one of Greece’s Dodecanese islands, situated a stones throw from the Turkish coast in the Aegean Sea. Best known for it’s sandy beaches, I half expected Kos to be a trashy British holiday destination. I was pleasantly surprised when my first observations were not English breakfast bars and drunken tourists, but instead remote churches and roadside fruit stalls.
Our temporary home overlooked a square surrounded by casual coffee shops and bars filled with local people. The walls of the room were a deep blue, which contrasted nicely with the golden sheets that cascaded from the ceiling, causing a softened light, made all the more beautiful by the shadows cast by the well positioned pot plant.
As my first experiment in working while traveling, I decided to visit Rome. I also brought along my girlfriend in order to celebrate her birthday, which happens to fall alongside mine at the start of September. I booked a room in an apartment overlooking Piazza Del Polpo, the northern most part of Rome’s city centre.