I got my visa. Just wanted to tell you guys.
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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 – 12/13
About my towel, and getting to live like a tourist for a day.
Vienna.
This is the type of hostel I’ve always wanted to stay at but never have. When – well, when I feel like it – I think I’ll post about a bunch of highlights from this random travelling. It’s doing my soul good.
Something Budapest and Vienna seems to have in common is their preference for huge pillows. Not something to complain about.
Budapest views in greys and blues.
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Budapest.
I’m in Budapest and I would love to tell you all about it but I’m busy being in Budapest. You get a photo.
Kenya Art Journal 11/13
About that time when we killed a goat and ate it for lunch, and about my unexpected patriotism when I realised it was the Swedish national day.
Kenya Art Journal 10/13
A few journal pages at the same time, because now we come to where I didn’t put as much effort into every page. But we still have a beautiful painting by my friend Tami, and some more stories from our time in the desert.
Kenya Art Journal 9/13
Aaand further into the desert.
Kenya Art Journal 8/13
When we went to the desert.
I Fell Into the Ocean
In Kenya.
One of the last days I was there.
Now the thing is, having lived without real bathrooms and beds for two months, I felt like it was okay to look forward to just relaxing in front of the computer when I got back.
But it fell into the ocean. With all my pictures from the journey, all old documents of things I’d written. And my phone fell as well. My camera, my lens, passport, notebooks, money, e-reader.. I fell into the ocean and I took my bag with me.
I felt empty. And sad, I don’t know why I’m always sad. But also changed, even now when I feel a lot better about it, I still feel different.Which is weird and pretentious, like something that would happen in a book. But I really do feel as if something inevitably changed in me.
And I like it, I feel free, but it also means blog posts will be more rare, and it annoys me to death that I can’t take photos. (So I guess I’ll have to write it).
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