There’s something undeniably magical about arriving in Victoria, the capital of British Columbia. Maybe it’s the way flowers spill from every hanging basket downtown, or how the harbor always seems to hold a parade of seaplanes, ferries, and sailboats. Or maybe it’s the quiet British charm that lingers in the tea rooms, bookstores, and gardens. Whatever it is—Victoria feels like a story you’ve walked into.
In the far northwest of the United Kingdom, where jagged mountains slice through clouds and mists cling like secrets, there’s a place that feels almost too magical to be real. The Fairy Pools on the Isle of Skye are a string of small, impossibly clear waterfalls and blue-green pools, tucked into the foot of the Black Cuillin mountains.
In the heart of Nagano, where winter drapes the land in quiet white, lies a lake that carries a divine footprint—or at least, that’s what generations of believers have whispered. Every January or February, when the surface of Lake Suwa freezes just right, something extraordinary happens. Great cracks zigzag across the ice, rising like a frozen wave from shore to shore.