After two and half years of being stranded at home, my husband and I took full advantage of the uplifting of travel restrictions and traveled extensively. I went down memory lane (more precisely, the Photo folder on my iPhone) and reminded myself how many places I had visited this year.

It would take me months to capture all the memories I formed, the cultures I have experienced, and the unique places I have been to. In a true end-of-the-year style recap, I am going to list ten places (I have been to more than ten places this year) and one thing I liked the most about the place.

Tasmania

In March, my husband and I visited Tasmania, the island state of Australia. Even though we have been living in Australia for thirty-five years, we had not been there. How unfortunate! Because Tasmania is beautiful.

We spent a week there. Drove through the whole Island practically. But one thing that sticks to the memory was the walk around Dove Lake in Cradle Mountain. It was just a 6km walk and took us two hours to complete it, but it was so much fun because we were racing to complete it before clouds drenched us completely or the park got closed, and we were stranded there for the night.

Ireland

Ireland was not what I expected it to be (cold and miserable), and everything I didn’t expect it to be. Laid back, relaxed, fun and full of history. We spent seven days there, and each day was full of new revelations about the people and places. I loved the places, but I loved the people much more.

My favorite part of the whole trip was the visit to Kylemore Abbey. After half a day of driving through the wilderness, when the property came into sight, it blew everyone away. And it had a history to match.

London

London is my favorite city in Europe so far. Not because my daughter lives there and not because I have been there twice and spent most of the time exploring it, but because, being a history buff, I love the stories associated with each landmark, street, and nook & corner.

That is why my favorite place in London is the museums. All of them. I had been to the British Museum and Victoria and Albert Museum on the previous visit. On this trip, we spent a day each in the Natural History Museum and Tate Modern and loved them both.

We went back to the British Museum and Victoria and Albert Museum again and spent half a day each in both. But the standout memory was sitting in the Victoria and Albert Museum and sketching.

Brussels

Brussels was not on my bucket list. I had never thought of visiting it, but when my daughter and son-in-law suggested that since we were going to Amsterdam, we should include Brussels in our itinerary, we agreed.

I am so glad we did. I loved the city. I loved the people. I loved the festive vibe of the whole place. And, of course, I loved the chocolates and waffles, and fries (I didn’t try the Belgian Mussels).

But most of all, I loved the architecture. That’s why the Grand Plaza is a standout in my memory. I couldn’t close my mouth, which opened with awe when we reached there through a small alleyway. While there, we visited it three times and saw the golden light from the sun make the golden building glitter even more.

Amsterdam

Everybody loves Amsterdam. So I was told. When I got there, I found out why. The city had a different pace of life. I don’t know whether it was because of the particularly hot days we were there, or the city had too many tourists after the pandemic, or because the Dutch like to have fun, the whole city center was having a big party.

We spent the day roaming the city streets, catching the trains and buses to go anywhere we wanted and get there in time (we never had to wait for a train or a bus for more than five minutes). The stand-out memory was a visit to the windmills in Zaandam.

Bruges

Who would have thought that this tiny little sleepy town was the gateway to Europe in the 13th and 14th centuries? Just a couple of hours train ride from Brussels, its UNESCO-listed city center, was worth spending the day in.

We had two walking tours and a boat ride, and I loved it. We went underneath several low bridges, bridges so low that we had to duck our heads. We went past the lover’s bridge, the house Monet rented to paint, and World’s oldest hospital.

Alicante

We happened to be in Alicante (Spain) on the day the famous Saint Juan’s festival started. We watched the opening parade where girls, young and old, dressed in elaborate costumes in the midsummer heat, walked through the city streets. Men too were dressed to match.

The whole city was at one big party.

Three days later, we went back there to see the bonfires of the massive statues they had erected. So much music, so much excitement. Even though every second shop was a restaurant and they had set up hundreds of tables and chairs on the street, it took us four hours to get a place to eat lunch. I loved it. I absolutely loved it.

Ladakh

In Ladakh (India), I drove on the highest motorable road in the world and visited the highest saltwater lake in the world. At 4350m above sea level, this turquoise blue was so big that we drove for half an hour to get to our campsite.

Extending to almost 160km, only one-third of the lake lies in India and the other two-thirds in China. But my favorite part of the visit to Ladakh is the drive to Turtuk village, a small village on the Indo-Pak border. The drive beside the Shyok river was breathtaking.

Pelling (Sikkim — India)

We spent a week in Sikkim, the newest state in India. Sikkim used to be a separate country until it merged with India in 1975. There is a lot to be written about the Sikkim trip, but what stands out is the view of Kanchenjunga, the third-highest mountain in the world, from our hotel in Pelling.

What is intriguing, the peak is only visible early in the morning. When the first sunrays hit, it turns golden, making it look divine.

The Kangchenjunga is considered a sacred mountain in Sikkim, and climbing is not allowed.

Khajuraho (India)

The temples of Khajuraho need to be seen to be believed. Built between 950 AD — 1050 AD by the Chandela dynasty. There is an interesting story behind these temples.

The Moon God, while bathing in a river, saw a beautiful young daughter of a priest. He seduces her, and a child was born of their union. He was called Chandravarman — the son of the Moon God. The boy grew up to find the great Chandel dynasty.

When he was an established ruler, he had a visitation by his mother in a dream. She implored him to build temples that would revere human passions and, in doing so, bring about a realization of the emptiness of human desires.

Chandravarman began the construction of the first temple. Subsequent rulers followed his vision, and in an amazingly short span of 100 years, 85 temples were built. Today, only 22 of those have survived. The rest were destroyed during successive attacks by Muslim invaders.

Today the temples are a symbol of how advanced architecture, sculpture art, philosophy, and spirituality were at that time. Below is the most magnificent and intact temple of Khajuraho, called the temple of Kandariya Mahadeva.

That’s a glimpse of places I visited in 2022 and what stood out in my memory. I am hoping 2023 will surpass 2022, and I will get to share more stories with you.