Love at first sight, romance, devouring passion and ardour are in the spotlight in this post, dear readers, on the occasion of the feast of love that is at our doorstep! Don’t get me wrong, I’m talking about the flame of travel that burns in our hearts as travellers and that has probably already ignited yours as well, since you’re reading this post. Well, I get a little carried away, but what do you want, it’s a subject that gets me drunk. On the menu in the next few paragraphs: favourite destinations and, above all, the places on the planet that have stolen the hearts of travel bloggers who have kindly agreed to play the game by participating in this article.
We therefore each share with you a place that is precious to us and that is the subject of a particular affection on our part.
Destinations of choice for travel bloggers
The Old Man of Storr in Scotland
I had been told about it, I had been shown pictures of it; nevertheless, no words or images could have transcribed what I felt that day. The conditions were not perfect, but they could not have been better matched. A whirlwind of excitement under a sparkling light, and I was trying to find my beloved. He’s an old man, made of stone and wind, a little grey, a little bitter. Renowned for its moody beauty, it proudly dominates its mountain, inviting and intimidating at the same time. I was fascinated, bewitched, bewitched. Often hidden behind a thick foggy blanket, he had that morning donned his most beautiful colors. Adorned with gold and light, he offered me what I had always dreamed of: the feeling of being exactly where I should be. And despite the impending storm, I was very lucky to be there, facing one of Scotland’s most beautiful landscapes, so I decided to give him a gift and left my heart to the Old Man of Storr.
→Cliquez here to read Marion’s full article on the Old Man of Storr.
Rarotonga in the Cook Islands
Lost in the middle of the South Pacific Ocean is a small piece of paradise: Rarotonga, the largest of the Cook Islands. From my first steps on this Polynesian land, the warm and relaxed atmosphere won me over. Even before I left the airport, I could already hear the cheerful notes of a ukulele announcing a promising week. I was not disappointed.
Like this melody, life here seems sweet and quiet. The locals show beautiful smiles, wear colourful clothes and the women adorn their hairstyles with flowers, everything seems to encourage tranquility, especially the beautiful white sandy beaches bordered by coconut palms on one side and the lagoon on the other. The first time I saw the lagoon I was surprised by the intensity of the color of the water and the striking contrast with the blue of the sea. And once you’re underwater, it’s just as surprising. We see fish of all colors! A real paradise for snorkeling! And for those who love hiking, the hills of this volcanic island are waiting for you! With all this we feel like we’re being transported in the middle of the cartoon Moana!
→Cliquez here to read Aurélie’s articles on the Cook Islands.
Bavaria in Winter: Deliciously kitschy
I always thought kitsch was an art form. Bavaria in winter is a real masterpiece: kitsch becomes sublime: snow-covered fairytale castles, horse-drawn carriages haflinger in the middle of snowflakes, swans floating on half-frozen lakes, romantic candlelit sleigh rides, everything is made for lovers. And the most perfect city for a Bavarian Valentine’s Day is Schwangau, famous for its unpronounceable but world-famous castle: Neuschwanstein.
This romantic madness sits on a rocky spur, in the heart of a landscape of mountains and lakes, and attracts countless marriage declarations. In Schwangau, you can ride in a horse-drawn carriage in the moonlight, feed deer, swim in an amethyst pool at the world’s most kitsch thermal baths (König Ludwig Therme), and buy a medallion commemorating Ludwig and Sissi’s thwarted loves. I have spent several Valentine’s Days there and I never get tired of it, seeing the moon rise with torches over Neuschwanstein will remain one of the most romantic moments of my life.