Another birthday abroad, this year in the Eternal City. It is difficult to settle on a thought that summarizes the trip. I had never been to Italy before, and after the weekend, I feel as though I would not need to go anywhere else. The beauty is in the details in Italy.
There was a moment while wandering a small street in Trastevere I passed a table of 8 or so friends enjoying a Sunday lunch. The bottles were empty, the table stained with red wine, and the plates clean using scarpetta. Everyone was talking at once, and each person conducting the conversation in their own way. Although I do not speak Italian, I imagine their conversations had something to do with food, art, politics, or local gossip. It does not matter honestly, because the aura of their group was stunningly bright and left me mesmerized as they ordered a final course, tiramisu, for just a select few and some to share.
Another detail I enjoy abroad are the sunsets. Scandinavia does not see consistent sunsets, it just is not part of the culture here. It is a daily ritual that goes missing in my current routine. So every time I travel south, it is always an emotional time of day to witness such glory. It adds to the romance that is daily life in Rome. The image above may be one of my favorites from the weekend. A cozy walking street at dusk in an Italian January.
Most of all I have to take the time to thank my husband for being the best this past weekend, and every weekend. I am grateful each and every morning to wake up and live the adventure with my best friend. The support, generosity, and humor you share make my days better. Thank you for a wonderful birthday, Kulta!
I am currently writing this in Terminal C at Schipol International Airport in Amsterdam whilst sipping on a cold Heineken. This week my husband and I have spent the most glorious five days wandering the city and exploring new places and old favorites.
I did not expect to return so quickly after my birthday trip earlier this year, and afraid to think that every time I leave a little piece of my heart is left behind somewhere along a cannal. This trip, in particular, has been extraordinary. The combination of old and new took me on an emotional ride, and I always fall somewhere on the scale between madly obsessed and hopelessly in love.
Due to traveling in the high season, most of our explorations ended up in the back streets of DePijp. Away from the center and most of the main attractions, and deeper into tree lined streets, tiny cafes, and small shops. Maybe a place more difficult to come by if you’re a first time visitor, but as a seasoned veteran, I feel energized by studying a new area of the map and mastering the curves and turns of the neighborhood.
Holding back tears and smiling from ear to ear, all I can think of is how much this little country means to me. I will finish with a new phrase I learned this week, which is “geef mi maar Amsterdam”. This means “give me more Amsterdam”. No matter what happens, I will always want more Amsterdam. More canals to see, more crooked streets to wander, and more cold Heinekens to drink.
xx- nasty trash
Just hours before my departure for the first trip of 2017, I cant help but reflect on one of the best trips of 2016. In July of last year, my husband and I traveled across southern Spain for a summer road trip.
The images captured here are among some of my favorites from our day trip to Istán. This small village tucked in the hills took my breath away. Literally, due to the radical incline of the winding roads, and visually from the magnificent vistas and humble homes made of white stucco.
As our first dip into Spanish culture, we didn’t leave disappointed. The sounds, smells, and sights were a wonderful combination of a Spanish dream. The month ahead was sure to be something special with Istán as our inaugural exploration
Traveling is important to me, it keeps me grounded. That might sound ironic, being away from home keeping someone grounded, but as creatures of this Earth, home is everywhere. So explore your backyard or go across the world, even a little of this practice will shelter you from great sorrow.