Farewell to spontaneous gelato, seaside swims, high temps and minimal clothing. The last remnants of summer linger on, but in our thoughts and calendars, the season of sun is officially over. And I couldn't be happier.
Airport reunions, existential conversations along the Wild Atlantic Way, forgotten backpacks on Irish islands, future in-laws introduced, pints of Guinness, a sandy, jubilant dog on the beach. This is life on film – volume 7.
Over the years, I’ve come to learn that I am an emotionally nostalgic person who feels too much. Trust me, I’ve tried desperately hard to suppress it; it’s just a ‘phase’ I’ll grow out of - I would tell myself. But alas, the soppiness continued and I just couldn’t resist the notion of digging deep…
A suitcase set for the snow, "Chiquitita" on loop, an itinerary solely dedicated to meatballs, and a mere two-hour flight later, I found myself in the heart of Sweden. The self-proclaimed capital of Scandinavia, Stockholm has a palette for the finest things in life. Traditionally historic, yet exquisitely curious, the city is an ever-changing and…
This is a city for giants, furnished with grandeur and excess. A labyrinth of fame and fortune, Viva Las Vegas.
“Why do you love Bristol?” I ask my British friends. Beth (my Northerner roommate) replies “It’s a great drunk night out, and I guess the people are lovely too.” Isabelle (a friend from work) sings “Oh, it’s steeped in history, has a great and proud culture, and it’s very liberal!”. And Lou (my local barista), simply looks at me and says, “Two words, darling: gert lush”.
Scenery and stories, traditions and tales, people and pinnacles. Welcome to the Scottish Highlands.