thoughts, poems, a bunch of non-sensical words that might mean something if you’re lucky
if I could put into words the feeling running uphill through the snow laughing at imaginary words running through my brain it feels pure as it punches the air right from my lungs it feels the way life is supposed to be simple and white with golden streaks of sunset […]
where I found my purpose Read More »
I long for the cracks of ice under my feet, the place I once called home. I long for the pebbles scattered on the street. The cold air reminds me of living just because another place, another time. Now I struggle to recall the person I once was. Biking through the sunsets,
plats jag kallar för mitt hem Read More »
Disclaimer: if you thought the hotel-on-fire was dramatic, wait ‘till you’ve reached the end of this one. The albergue in Cacabelos had a coffee machine that could be used for free, so the first thing we did in the morning was set coffee. Or like, try to set coffee, because it quickly developed into
Camino, Day 37-40: On non-stop rain, camino quotes and hospital visits Read More »
My morning in Astorga started, predictably, at five in the morning. The evening before I had gotten back to the room at around nine, but all my roommates were already sleeping except for one. Nice, because I wouldn’t be woken up by people getting back late. Less nice, because this also meant that four of
Camino, Day 34-36: On cold mornings, distressed cows and fika breaks (70.11 km) Read More »
Small disclaimer: I share a lot in these blogs and at the same time I keep a lot of things to myself. However, I also want to find that sweet spot between keeping some emotions private and making it seem like everything in my life is absolutely grand. While writing these blog posts I had
Camino, Day 31-33: On pralines, dentist offices and chocolate (62.50 km) Read More »
