It was raining softly. A girl with a lip piercing and two rolled up sleeping mats sticking out of her backpack stepped out from under the cover of the station and into the grey sky. A young man rolled a suitcase next to her and an elderly couple stood waiting on the other side of the road, decked out in umbrellas and plastic ponchos over their functional jackets. A bus whizzed by. Birds flew high. And for a second the rain took a breather – letting only mist cover us – as we stepped out from the overhang we had covered under. The sky was open. Grey but bright and warm with dots of birds covering it, rainwater dripping down the spires of old church towers. Slow and eternal as the traffic lights turned green.
Tag Archives: travel
Winter Portraits
(Back home)
Nigeria
Here is us bird watching.
Here is our back yard.
A picture can’t communicate how competitive this game of uno was. I won. (actually I don’t remember if I won or not, probably not.)
(This is what happened)
Monday I was supposed to go to Nigeria, I walked down to the post office and my visa hadn’t arrived.
Tuesday I was supposed to go to Nigeria, I walked down to the post office and my visa hadn’t arrived.
Wednesday I was supposed to go to Nigeria, I walked down to the post office and my visa hadn’t arrived. (They called me from the embassy, said something was wrong with my invitation letter. I sent them a new one with a few words changed.)
Thursday I was supposed to go to Nigeria, I walked down to the post office and my visa hadn’t arrived.
Friday I was supposed to go to Nigeria, I walked down to the post office and they gave me my visa. I walked home and booked a flight, put the last toiletries in my hiking backpack and walked over the ice, through the snow, to the bus. 24 hours later I was in Nigeria. (I was supposed to be part of a conference that weekend, but I was too late. They had prayed though, that I would make it, even if it was just for the last prayer. And when the last amen rung out I was there. Everyone was so excited and I was the most happy.) (♥)
(Pictures for my last post)
(Florida, love, I missed you)
Tokyo
I’m in Tokyo for three weeks, on outreach with YWAM(!!!!!) It’s insane and crazy and surreal, and so very Japan.
Japan is so Japan. Which sounds stupid, like the way I couldn’t stop talking about how American everything in America was when I first came there. But it’s like my favourite thing in the world. That regardless of globalization and urbanization and communication the houses are different and the sound of the river is different and the wind is different.
(That’s about all I have to say because I haven’t realised I’m actually here yet, but here are some city gifs)
(Good night)
Ten Days
I’ve been absent from this blog because my German friends were visiting for 10 days, and I wanted to be entertaining. Here are some photos of my attempts at introducing them to the swedish culture.
We went to cozy cafés and my friend took photos of all the cakes and tried to figure out the ingredients.
My girls helped picking flowers for my dads 50th birthday, and all my relatives thought they were lovely.
I tried to do most of my studying while they were busy or (almost) sleeping.
And on the last day we went out with the boat. Here is when we parked/crashed into a tree, to have some hot chocolate.
It’s a bit empty now, but I’m still happy happy and grateful, because it’s been so good. And now spring is coming and time is moving softly, slowly, but securely.
Joy to you (don’t be alone) ★
Kenya Art Journal – 13/13
The end! Summary of what books I read during the trip, and about that time I fell into the ocean with my bag.
Art and Stuff in Vienna
We spent approximately 30 hours in Vienna. And during that time we very spontaneously visited the Albertina museum, which kind of exceeded expectations.
First: this hipster picture I’m very proud of.
Next: some of the art. This one is called black on black. I’m not kidding.
And here we have some water lilies by Monet. When I was a kid I read a book about this. About a little girl with the same name as me, who travelled with her grandfather to Paris to see Monets water lilies. I was thinking about that story as we looked at this and it was a tiny bit surreal.
And here are some of Degas ballet dancers (I’m trying to make it sound like I know what I’m talking about), a painting by Matisse, and then a few others I don’t really know anything about but they look nice.
Oh, and this one’s by Picasso:
Wow. And to finish it off, some van Gogh. (I like the sketch, it feels a bit more personal than a well thought out painting).
Even though that’s nice too.
Kenya Art Journal – 12/13
About my towel, and getting to live like a tourist for a day.
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