Lynne’s 2025 Travel Blog. Day 1 – Every trip begins with a first impression.

This illuminated globe installation near the entrance to Dubrovnik’s Old Town spoke to me as a symbol of the journey ahead . Note how I chose to picture it with Australia front and centre

This is the start of my journey, though not quite the start I had planned. Qantas delays and missing luggage made sure of that. But as Monica Willis would say, it is all about how you reframe the flips. So instead of calling it a disaster, I am calling it the warm-up act. Life is like the river, wild and unpredictable, and I am choosing to treat this as my “amazing swim.”

I have learned that the things that linger are not usually the harbour cruises or the cable cars.

Those are fine, but they rarely reach the heart. What stays are the moments that make you pause, think, and see the world differently.

 I am travelling with Tauck, a company that prides itself on smoothing out the travel bumps. The logistics, the schedules, the tickets, all of it handled. That part is easy.

What matters to me, though, is something else. Will each day give me an experience that stays with me?

The first evening gave me something more than a welcome drink.   We met as a group of twenty-three.  I am the only Australian and the only solo traveller. Everyone else is American. This is the third time I have joined a group like this, and each time I have noticed the same thing. The first thing Americans do is apologise for being American. Then, often, they share their frustration that the world only hears one version of their story, Trump, the right, the extremes. What is missing, they tell me, is the voice of middle America, the lives of ordinary people who do not fit the headlines.

When voices in the middle are drowned out, a society begins to lose its balance. History shows us that when extremes dominate the story, it rarely ends well. What is happening in America has echoes in other places and other times, and too often it has led to deeper division, conflict, or even collapse. It rarely ends well.

Travel is not just about learning where you have come to, it is also about listening to the people beside you.

My favourite part of the evening was Dr Lovro Kunčević, a Dubrovnik historian. In fifteen minutes he gave us a clear, unsentimental preview of Balkan history, the kind of framing you need before you set foot in a place like this. Then, instead of leaving, he joined us for dinner, moving from table to table.

Each group had twenty minutes with him to ask questions. He made history personal and present. It was the perfect  reminder that travel is so much more than sightseeing. It can be understanding.

Take-Home Lesson

“The Balkans demonstrate how fragile peace and coexistence are. Prosperity, openness, and dialogue are essential to prevent old divisions from turning into new conflicts.”
— Dr Lovro Kunčević

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A story that breaks your heart open, then holds it gently – Review of My Friends by Fredrik Backman

Fredrik Backman’s My Friends is the kind of book that doesn’t just move you, it reaches in and quietly rearranges something in you. It’s a story about grief and friendship, about childhood trauma and adult love, about the brutal beauty of being human.

Through characters like Louisa, Ted, Fish and the artist, Backman gives voice to what so many people carry quietly: the fear of being forgotten, the ache of being misunderstood, the desperate hope that we might matter to someone, somewhere. He writes children with broken pasts and adults trying to outrun their ghosts, and he does it with tenderness, rage, humour, and astonishing insight.

There are lines in this book that made me stop breathing. Some pages feel like a conversation with the part of you that’s never healed. Others feel like a lifeline thrown straight into the storm.

What struck me most was how Backman explores the idea that the most dangerous place isn’t a dark alley—it’s inside us. And still, despite all the pain, this book is full of love. Fierce, defiant, protective love. Love that survives overdose, violence, cruelty and loss.

By the end, you realise My Friends isn’t about one person. It’s about all of us. The ones who draw strength from art, or superheroes, or tiny fish sketched on gallery walls. It’s about the friends who make it possible to survive the parts of life that feel unsurvivable.

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