When the body has spoken

There are certain planes you don’t board I don’t go back to Buenos Aires I don’t fly onwards to Mato … More

Fear

It grips my hips Captures my thoughts And holds my heart hostage

After all of the drama The leaving The anger The complete sense of helplessness After the escape routes The bags … 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

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