Just a few months after I was born in the Czech Republic, my mother and I flew of to Puerto Rico to join my father who was already working there. As it is probably easy to figure out, my mother comes from the Czech Republic but my father is Italian. Which by the way is a great start for being multilingual. We lived in Puerto Rico for three years but unfortunately I only remember the place from a months visit a few years later. Which really is a pity because it was a beautiful place to live in, right next to the beach with white sand and crystal clear water! At the age of three we moved to Bulgaria, where in the time of three years we lived in two different cities. We traveled because of my fathers job, so anytime they told him to change place, we had to move. I learned to speak Bulgarian fluently in kindergarten there, but forgot everything after some time. After having spent three years in Bulgaria we move to another continent. Our new home became Cairo, Egypt. I first went to a small French school and after started going to a British school and in both I was in an international class. That didn't make it any easier for a European blond girl to live in a city like El Qahira. I spent five years there, hoping we would go home soon. At the age of 11, we left Egypt and we moved to our home town Olomouc, Czech Republic. Going to school here was supposed to be much easier for me, because in Egypt I had to study for both the English school and the Czech school according to the law in my country. But I came back to find a surprising amount of racism, judgement and envy in a class of 11year olds, which I had never encountered in my class in Egypt. I really hated travelling when I was small. Having to move every 3 or 5 years was a nightmare, because it meant that I would loose all my friends and that I would have to get used to a new place, new religion, new customs. Just start all over again, which for a kid can be pretty thought. When I look at it back now though, I can say that for me it was probably the best way to grow up and I couldn't be more happy to have this experience and to have learned things that I would have never learnt by living in the same place my whole life. At the age of 17 I went for four months to Bordeaux, France to learn French better and I think that that was the main trigger of “wanderlust” for me. I found out that it was unnatural for me to live for 8 years in one place and I kept thinking about where to go travelling. I spent days at school and at home searching for cheap tickets and scrolling through travel blogs which really inspired me and made me hope that it was really possible to travel even though everyone around me thought of it as something impossible. I thought that since I loved reading other people's travel blogs that it might be a good idea to share my experience, stories and photography too and I hope that it can inspire some people to do the same. I finished high school in May and in June I left for Brighton, UK for a summer job. I was supposed to go back to University – Law in the Czech Republic. That didn't happen though. I met my current partner in Brighton and right now we are backpacking around Australia together.