Isn’t it funny how sometimes we get the biggest warnings for the things, cities, sites we enjoy the most in … More
Wanderlust sometimes shows in less grand moments than we usually expect, yet it’s exactly there that it perhaps has that … More
Being a city girl, my everyday notion of nature usually ends with cats climbing roofs, trees along the avenues, luscious … More
Lyon, France. In the density of city streets the air thickens between the walls of too-close-by houses, walls that cannot … More
Playing with perspective in that moment on the top of a hill, looking at the view from the family ”weekend” … More
Sometimes, I feel spring wakes up our soul with its desires and dreams, gets us going joyfully again in that … More
Bordeaux, France. During a walk through the many charming Bordeaux streets, after a much-needed coffee in a warm local café, … More
Live tall, in all due respect to others and yourself.
At Institut Culturel Bernard Magrez, Bordeaux.
From the seed to the flower, from the fruit to the fallen leaves, the roots and the empty branches…
There’s nothing saying new horizons better than superb views, especially those including water or the higher bird-like eye. It inevitably … More
The cut between the summer holidays and working autumn that has now transformed into a chilling winter seems more brutal than the one during school years when the classes and the tests began.
It is here I always feel most at home, exactly where I’m supposed to be.
And what I admire is how the touristy and the local intermingle on the banks.
Water is healing. Petrohué River, Los Lagos, Chile.
The view or the smell of pine tress brings back so many things. The feel of summer alone, then the favourite summers of my childhood on the many islands of our neighboring country.
I saw this girl on her inspirational quest every day on my way out of the hostel and into the streets of Barrio Bellavista, Santiago de Chile, exploring as she seems to…
I’ve always had a special relation to cliffs and edges of any sort – fascination and vertigo entwined, in the most curious of minds. Of parts of my mind at least.
Nothing quite like a cloud reflecting in a lake. Besides a mountain doing the same. Andes, Atacama, Chile. For WPC.
I don’t think much when it comes to framing my pictures while roaming around. If it’s not the actual walls of the streets’ houses, it has to be the empty branches or the green leaves of trees.
I keep coming back to Valparaiso in these challenge-inspired posts and now, it is becoming clear why. It is the city where I had most fun, for sure.
There are certain first cups of coffee you never forget.
Whether a stairway or an alley, I found that in Valparaiso, it is the narrow ones that steal most of its charm.
One of the best journeys I’ve ever had closing with yet another breathtaking panorama.
In every detailed wrinkle the rose wears proudly and beautifully she can see there are lessons and experiences that never die inside of us.
When a tour guide says ”This isn’t on the list of things to show you, but I find it special enough”, what else is there to say?