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.
A tale of two Swedens.
Europe
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.
My happy place: At the National Cathedral in Washington D.C.
Last time we’d checked, we were in Washington D.C., but with such a structure before us, its limestone exterior gleaming against the bold blue sky, we couldn’t help thinking we’d somehow found our way to Paris.
Let it be Sardinia.
“Where then? Spain or Sardinia. Spain or Sardinia. Sardinia, which is like nowhere. Sardinia which has no history, no date, no race, no offering. Let it be Sardinia.” — D.H. Lawrence, Sea and Sardinia Right after my flatmate Claire and I first booked our flights to Sardinia, I typed something, who knows what, into Google, and whatever it … Read More