“She’s a nomad, just like you and me Kris.” Summer. Autumn. The only two seasons I have known for the … More
How different, yet exactly the same life can be in Buenos Aires and Patagonia.
I turned to the words. It was a better way to cure it.
Sunny days. Grey days. Rainy days. Any days by the river are good. Sprite – the dog – who steels … More
Yesterday there was a power cut for a few hours, so I went outside and stood by the river. I … More
I adore words. Yet I have months where I avoid them for days.
What we tell ourselves is sometimes the saddest story we have heard
Deep down I know that there’s no guy that can save me But sometimes I try to take the easy … More
Sometimes I walk around this village in Patagonia, like I’m one of many solo female travellers from Sweden to wander … More
In the middle of the thoughts and drama I decided to laugh at it all