I have been writing almost every week for more than a year and a half. Then I stopped for three weeks. This was for a good reason, as many of you know. After six weeks of working from Vietnam and traveling through Japan, I came home to Vienna with lots of photographs and ideas, which I thought would be enough to start writing again effortlessly. They weren't. Opening my laptop and returning to something I had done every week required more effort than expected. For me, it was

For months, my family and I had been exploring a significant possibility for our future. We researched, visited places and compared alternatives until an idea started feeling like a plan. Then, circumstances changed. Something we had deliberately prepared for became uncertain. Disappointment came first. Then frustration and anger. Was the plan delayed, changing or disappearing? I simply didn't know. After writing about moving towards our goals in Da Nang and arriving somewher

I've always wondered whether the destination waiting for us might be very different from the one we imagined when we first began. Last week, I wrote that rhythm carries us from where we are to where we hope to be, one small step at a time. But what if reality turns out to be richer than we imagined? Ba Na Hills gave me my answer. Before we went, I had done my research. I knew we would visit the famous Golden Bridge, and I knew there was a French-inspired village on top of the

Last weekend, we spent four days exploring Da Nang, Hoi An, Ba Na Hills and Hue as a family. I left each place with a different observation about human performance! This article is the first of four reflections inspired by that journey. Like most family trips ours too began with some chaos, flight schedules, hotel check-ins, keeping two teenagers happy, deciding what to see first, adapting to a new city, and trying to make the most of four short days. By the end of our first