Edinburgh, 2018
Have you ever wandered the streets of a city you’ve never been to before (or at least not consciously) and fell in love with every building, every street corner and detail? Edinburgh did that with me.
Have you ever wandered the streets of a city you’ve never been to before (or at least not consciously) and fell in love with every building, every street corner and detail? Edinburgh did that with me.
Oh, Iceland. There are no words to describe your beauty. Julia and I were strolling through town, visiting the old flea market at the harbour, when we spotted a cute couple.
Gosh, where to begin? Okay, let’s just start by saying that I actually never thought I’d like Mallorca. The first things that came to my mind when thinking of Mallorca were party animals, drunken jerks on the beach and bad taste in music. I mean, really bad music. Nothing more to it, really. Oh, had I been wrong!
We come from the land of the ice and snow
from the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde and sing and cry, Valhalla, I am coming
(Led Zeppelin – Immigrant Song)
LONDON. I never dared to blog about you. Because I don’t know what to say, to be honest. I have no idea how to express what I feel, when I think about you. But I will try now…