From turquoise lakes to mountains wrapped in green,
From winding roads to waterfalls unseen,
With Krishiv in tow and memories to make,
We chased little moments around every lake.
Three families, one beautiful week to remember,
Slovenia in June, a trip we’ll treasure forever.
Barcelona taught us slow and small,
that plans don’t need to work out at all.
With stroller turns and winding days,
we learned new rhythms, softer ways.
Through Gaudí’s dreams and mountain air,
rain-soaked walks and moments shared
and in the rush to catch each ride,
we still made it, side by side.
Wandering Kettwig’s streets and along Düsseldorf’s Rhine,
With pizza, games, and art so fine.
A weekend of laughter, calm, and delight,
Memories made from morning to night.
In sacred lands where Ganga flows,
Varanasi’s light in morning glows,
We prayed by ghats, in temples old,
Stories of gods and saints retold.
In Ayodhya’s peace, where Rama’s grace
Lit every heart and sacred space,
We bowed in love, in Brij we played,
Where Krishna’s leelas never fade.
With family dear, we journeyed wide,
In crowded lanes and temple stride,
Through chants and chaos, faith held tight,
Each moment blessed in divine light.
From Herceg Novi’s calm shores to Dubrovnik’s ancient streets,
Through Kotor’s winding paths and Split’s warm sunlit beats,
We sailed the Adriatic, where the waves kiss the sky,
Tasted the sea breeze and let the moments fly by.
In the lands where history and beauty collide,
Montenegro and Croatia—our hearts open wide.
Winding roads led us through cities we adore,
Brugge’s canals, Brussels’ charm, and so much more.
Champagne’s vineyards with tales in each glass,
Where time slowed down and let wonder pass.
Then off to Paris, both timeless and grand,
With Disney delights like a magical land.
Sparkling towers, sweet stories, and days full of cheer—
A journey of joy we’ll always hold dear.
Through Scotland’s peaks and lochs so grand,
Where mist and magic kissed the land.
The Lakes then called with waters deep,
And hills where ancient echoes sleep.
With every turn, a view so bright,
A journey carved in golden light.
Through Cotswold lanes and Peaks so high,
With family laughing, time flew by.
Stone cottages, rolling hills so wide,
Together we wandered, side by side.
Every village, every trail,
A journey filled with joy to hail.
Through London’s streets so bright and bold,
And Oxford’s halls with stories old,
We wandered past the river’s gleam,
Through pages of a scholar’s dream.
From towering sights to alleys tight,
Each moment carved in golden light,
A journey filled with tales to keep,
In cities where history never sleeps.
Through winding streets and castle walls,
Where magic lingers and wonder calls,
From Edinburgh’s charm to Oxford’s halls,
We traced the footsteps, big and small.
With every wand and whispered spell,
The world of Potter cast its swell,
A journey dreamt, a tale retold,
In lands where magic never grows old. ✨