I dragged myself back to the parking lot with shoes being caked in mud and two-layer pants smelling not so pleasantly. My then-roomate Katy didn't look any less pathetic as she carried her wet and stinky shoes throughout the seven-hour trail.
As we approached the ski resort, a fairytale-like landscape opened up in front of us with lovely wooden cottages, icy stream and brownish mountains against the backdrop of clear blue sky.
As a non-Christian, Christmas didn't have much of a meaning to me but this time I decided to have it the local way. Turns out it was quite a memorable experience.
Want to know what makes Budapest one of a kind? Hop on a Christmas light tram -- the one decked in thousands of twinkle white lights that looked as if it were taken straight out of the fairy tale.
Bruges will charm you at first sight by all its graces: the lovely red brick houses lined with winding cobbled streets and century-year-old steeples.