In my heart, Mokotów will always be the symbol of a transition. It’s a time of learning to be my true self. Hurtful skin ripping off and healing, heart breaking and mending, meeting new people and loosing some too. Solitary walks around the neighborhood, many cigarettes smoked and songs heard. This one murky evening I buried my heart in Mokotów’s ground. Soon I will leave this place and start over with a clean slate, thankful for the time spent here.
I fell apart, but got back up again.
2 weeks spent in the city and I already miss the wilderness. I guess I need a constant change of places, from urban to natural surroundings.
Looking for someone to go into the Polish woods or mountains with me in the next couple of weeks. Anyone?
I’ve visited this amazing place on my trip to England (Doncaster/Sheffield) last year. It’s hidden in the middle of the island and you could have missed it on the road if you didn’t know about it. A small mountain area hides all these beautiful views. Feels like a magical place from a fantasy movie or a book.
There are some places in the world where magic happens. You just have to sit down and watch it glow.
July 4th. These are my very own fireworks.
It’s over a month ago when I visited Monterey. Looking at that time from a bigger perspective gives a new meaning to this trip.
I can’t believe it’s been a year since I’ve visited Iceland. So much has happened over this time.
A place of contrasts, nothing and everything next to each other. Plains, highlands, mountains, water in all states and the restless ocean. Calm, peaceful people and wild animals. Sky seems to be richer here as the horizon seems much further than anywhere else.
I only had 4 days to explore the island, but they aren’t my last. I feel a strong connection to this land. I want to get back and leave my footprint, a part me there.