Holidays for me are time for soul searching, you have all that time on your hands to just breathe, eat, sleep and read. I seldom stay at home during holidays, mostly because I want to see new places and one can never trust Norwegian summer to be real summer. On second thought, I should definitely do it more. It’s an entirely different pace, there’s no need to discover anything, you can throw in a coffee or a beer with your friends from time to time, or just turn off the phone and doze off on the balcony under a blanket. 😉 Or make some great food when inspiration seizes you, like these eggplant towers with pesto, chevre and ruccola. So good! 😉
Last year we started playing with the idea of taking my niece with us on a seaside holiday, but since we don’t meet as often and she’s a child, we decided to ask my mom to come, too, so Diana could feel safe and we could sleep on our own. 😉 Haha! Continue reading
Mornings like these, when you wake up rested and wonder what time it is, then lie awake in bed and find the pain is gone. I knew it would happen some day, the way love passes, so does hurt, but the realisation is consuming nevertheless, I can live again without guilt or remorse, I can open the windows and breathe in the fresh air without almost feeling it´s a sin to be alive. Continue reading
Poetry eludes me again,
Between sick, busy and in love
There´s little time to ponder.
I want to write about good stuff, too
But I don´t know how
It´s like I´m more private with happiness
Than I am with sorrow,
People are usually the other way around.
I read somewhere once that happiness
Is boring to write about
Because we´re all happy in the same way
Whereas unhappiness is individual-
That´s where the real beauty lies.
I don´t know about you
But I´ll take happy any day
I´ll smile from ear to ear
Just because I can
And if that makes me silly
So be it,
I caught my own eye in a window
The other day:
I haven´t been so beautiful in ages.
Today it´s international Women´s Day and Mother´s Day in Romania, so let´s celebrate ourselves and our sisters, mothers and girlfriends with a better meal, some champagne and flowers!
Happiness is coffee in bed,
A kiss from your samoyed
And the sun winking at you
From the other side of the window.
Happiness is a rainy day
When you can stay tucked away
From the world
And read a love story.
We all seem to have
Our understanding of happines
And yet it eludes us most of the time-
Chasing for dreams
Bigger than we can carry
Or letting ourselves be sucked dry
By the dementors of the past.
Let go of me, darling
Let go of my soul,
Like I let go of yours,
So we can be happy again.
Hand on my heart, this trip was the best holiday I´ve ever had! 😉 It wouldn´t have turned out this great if I´d planned it in detail, in fact, the surprise element is exactly what made it so good. It was all about the senses- good food, good drink, new experiences, furry friends and effortless conversation.
I´ve done so many things for the first time this weekend, you have no idea! 😉 Like riding a motorbike in a guy´s jacket, with a guy´s eye shades, mascara running black down my face and my smile stone-still from the cold, painted red on my face. I´ve “fed” stones to swans, had the best hot chocolate in my entire life in Anguillara, a small town by the coast an hour away from Rome, climbed a “mountain” in high heels and ate proper Italian linguine and clams in a proper Italian home.