Kraków stole my heart without emptying my wallet. Here’s exactly how I stretched £100 across three magical days in Poland’s cultural gem.

The empty seat beside me on that Gatwick-bound flight seemed to yawn with judgement. Who travels alone? I’d wondered, fidgeting with my boarding pass.

I’ll confess: I once treated cities like checklists. Louvre? Tick. Sagrada Família? Tick. A blur of queues and pixel-perfect photos, no memory of how Barcelona smelled at dawn.

Dear Italy, I still feel that first punch of heat when I stepped onto the tarmac at Pisa – like walking into a wall of rosemary and petrol.

One Sunday, I woke up feeling stuck. No plans, no energy, just a strong need to get away. So, I grabbed my bag, went to the station, and booked the next train without checking where it was headed. 

Travelling in your golden years should be about joy, not stress—but let’s face it, navigating airport logistics can test anyone’s patience.