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I was here. Do buildings have souls? Story from Opole.
She walked through a deserted city, leaves rustling under her shoes. She wore a long black coat, boots, a backpack draped over one shoulder, and a red beret. With steaming coffee to go in her hand. She was so pensive that she managed to irritate a few drivers along the way, being entirely focused on the purpose of her stroll. For a long time, she has not allowed herself to be immersed in her thoughts to that extent, more often running away from them into the silly social media videos. Unknowingly, browsing irrelevant content left a blank spot in her head. Sometimes she threw away her phone, thinking that the…
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We are all the same. Thoughts from Palermo.
I wrote this text in November, sitting over a coffee and a croissant at the Massimo Theater cafe in Palermo. It was my first trip after a long break and I remember that it struck me in this city that I felt at home in it. After talking to some of the residents I met, I realized that perhaps this impression was compounded by the fact that the city’s architecture in many respects referred to the Catalan style, and I used to call Barcelona my second home, wasn’t it? I felt, however, that this is not the point. In this autumn Palermo, which was saying goodbye with warm rain and…
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Do what you love and the whole world will support you. About the amazing library of Pietro Tramonte.
While discovering Sicily, Red Hat met an amazing person with a passion. Let me introduce Mr. Pietro Tramonte!
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Marrakesh classes. Red Hat is going to Morrocco!
Red Hats starts the adeventure in Morrocco. Is there a limit for suprises in a journey? Seems like there is a lot of them happening already. And it is just the begining.
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Let’s keep in touch! Red Hat Travels contact details.
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Stay in touch! Red Hat’s contact details.
First things first! Here comes our e-mail adress: redhat@theredhattravels.com Red Hat is also on social media. Join us! It will definitely make our day better. Facebook Instagram Previous Next
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Who wears the Red Hat? A few words about me.
“Again the pile of our old suitcases piled up on the sidewalk; A further road awaited us. But whatever, the road is life”. As a teenager, I read over and over Jack Kerouac’s “The Road”. When I went to journey alone for the first time, I felt what was previously unspecified, but attracted me many times to this book. I think I can define it now. It is freedom and joy of learning about other realities that are taking place in parallel with ours.When I travel I am sure to not miss three things — camera, notebook and my hat.My name is Marta, and I am 29 years old. I live…
