remember, remember the end of november

it is a good autumn morning

it is a good time for play

sun it rises

1: It begins with being lost

The desire to travel is the desire to be lost. "It is here, but not here," a young Polish girl I met on the bus station in Reykjavík reminded me. 

I am now here, then nowhere.

Coming to Iceland I wanted to be quiet and small in my aloneness like the island itself.

For my self to be as close to being nothing. 

What I found was that sometimes, nature also needs to be alone. (L.)

That place also desires to be lost, to be nowhere.

This Is A Love Story

"And we travel, in essence, 

to become young fools again--

to slow time down and get taken in, 

and fall in love once more."

- Pico Iyer

Keflavík - Vík - Kirkjubæjarklaustur - Selfoss - Reykjavík

 Paris - Strasbourg - Milan - Florence - Siena - Rome

Sofia - Smolyan - Plovdiv - Istanbul - Konya

Berlin - Dresden

60 days around Europe

countless new friends

never-ending goodbyes

more places I call home

a self learning, changing