Skiing in Tyrol. The one with me learning how to ski.
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Skiing in Tyrol. The one with me learning how to ski.

I was standing in the ski shop like a chicken in a ghost train. Nina was standing next to me looking equally distraught. HELP! What exactly are we doing here? Jam-packed with ski gear, one shoe on the foot, the other shoe in my left hand and at the same time holding poles, skis, gloves…

From Salzburg with love
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From Salzburg with love

Don’t you like to receive postcards? To open the mailbox and find a colorful picture of a foreign country? Don’t you prefer to hold a small card in your hands instead of being awaked in the middle of the night by the vibrating alert of your mobile phone, showing you a pixellated image? Isn’t a…

5 good reasons to spend your holidays in the Stubaital
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5 good reasons to spend your holidays in the Stubaital

With its 80 glaciers and 109 ‘threethousanders’ the Stubaital in Tyrol promises pure action and an extravagant natural experience. It is also easy to reach. Being only 20 minutes away from Innsbruck you’ll comfortably get here via the Brennerautobahn. 5 good reasons to spend your holidays in the Stubaital 1. Get Thrilled with Bungee Jumping…

I can’t remember what happened, but it did happen – The 25hours Hotel in Vienna
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I can’t remember what happened, but it did happen – The 25hours Hotel in Vienna

Some hotels just exist so you don’t have to sleep under a bridge in another city. Other hotels are so damn sexy, you don’t want to leave your room. And then there are hotels which are just different. They have a motto, a theme, a something. Sometimes it suites them, sometimes it doesn’t. And some…

6 Outdoor Activities (For Thrillseekers) Which Changed My Life
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6 Outdoor Activities (For Thrillseekers) Which Changed My Life

Outdoor activities?? Ok, I admit. I always thought I’m a beach and culture chick. And yes with culture I mean 50% shopping… But then 2011 came along and everything changed. Now I love when wind blows around my ears, when my heart drops into my gut and actually I’m starting to be proud of bruises….