St. Tropez, Avignon and Rousillon.
Gotta love a town that’s already all red.
Europe part deux.
I am not done with the photos, I promise to get it up sooner - than later. There’s still another 3 weeks worth of stories and photos to go. x.
Up, up and away.
Such a rough week. Tomorrow it starts again. All I can dream about is snow-capped mountains with endless skies filled with diamond dreams. Airticket sales period is not helping this wanderlust-ing heart. My zest for life is fading fast, and I’m losing sight of what I’ve planned to do my whole life. I cannot fall this quickly, and this hard. After this week, hopefully I can pick...
I love this feeling of sitting in my room, with the sound of the fan spinning. It’s really just me and the sleeping world. I love how I can take my time, not having to be anywhere in particular. I miss this peace, I miss this quietness, this calm, contemplative nature. I shall savour these moments because I know that chaos will arrive, the next moment that I open my eyes.
Even though I’ve started working and the time that I have for myself is limited, I will try to embrace whatever comes with it. (Even if it means less time for my projects and even less time on my own.) This means, discipline, and effective efficiency.
And in Nice;
They weren’t kidding when they said that the light there is more beautiful than anywhere else in the world. So begins our journey to the South of France.
In the stillness.
You are there.
Anonymous asked: I love your blog and all, so I have to tell you, it's "hoping" (a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen) - "hopping to inspire and change the world; someday" if you're a wabbit, perhaps. Just sayin'...
Top of the world (feels like it.)
All the snow made me miss my board, googles, gloves, etc. Going back one day to board and ride all that powder!
Loving this photo of D. How very artyfarty. I’m now going to try to make space in my room. Toughest job in the world.
Bonn, Rhine, Badenbaden, Fussen.
Amsterdam and Utrecht.
Ah, so tough to filter photos when there are so many pretty ones! Amsterdam and Utrecht were really beautiful cities (thought Amsterdam was slightly grotty IMO). The Anne Frank museum was done up really nicely and being in the house made the whole diary so real. Seeing the quotes and the different rooms where Anne Frank wrote about her life in the annex made me really...
Out and about London.
This is me getting my feet back onto solid ground after a 13 hour flight and 6 weeks without a computer. Sorted through a gazillion with the few that really reminds me of the first week in London. Can’t believe it’s 55 days to Christmas and 60 to the end of the year. New chapter, here we go.