on pancakes and poetry.
In my mind, this trip to Åre was closing out a chapter—and to find it ending in the same country where it began nearly four years ago, with the same exact meal, was a fitting kind of symmetry to the literary geek in me.
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Mar 28
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ready, set, zip: 5 steps to humility on a swedish zipline.
Lately, I’ve started to laugh at myself more–finding the humility to admit I won’t always have it together or nail a new activity the first time I try it. I couldn’t have done so soon enough.
a tale of two swedens.
I was recently invited to a Swedish ski resort called Åre. The region’s alpine landscape promises to be a world away from Stockholm’s cobblestoned streets—but it’s a world I can’t wait to explore.
the next best thing to copenhagen.
It’s been over a year and a half since I first walked the streets of Denmark’s capital city, so when I got an invitation last week for a bloggers’ meet-up hosted by VisitCopenhagen, it only took two seconds to reply.
when decisions meet disaster.
Is it an accident these things happen so close to a big life decision? It’s almost as if the universe finds out and decides to organize a little experiment: to see if we go running at the first sign of disaster.
take me away, spain: upcoming adventures in april.
Slowly, almost as if my plans had taken on a life of their own, one thing began to lead to another, and now I somehow find myself preparing to spend five weeks in Spain. To say I can’t wait is putting it lightly.
azulejos: once upon a tile in porto, portugal.
It was the geometric tiles I found myself drawn to the most—for the way their patterns repeated themselves, extending graceful rows of diamonds, squares, triangles and flourishes across the city.
the adventurists on adventure: mr. tom at the TNT travel show.
Tom (or Mr. Tom, as he’s often referred to) wastes no time in getting started: “Adventure involves ignoring safety advice, going somewhere you know nothing about, and getting lost.”
photo friday: finding nature in our finnish fairytale.
As fearful as I was about the unknowns awaiting us in London, I walked away from their fairytale cottage feeling ever so slightly reassured we would make it–nature has a way of doing that sometimes, doesn’t it?
