and there was fall
...with your warmest winds
une tasse de café et de macarons merci
indian summer
enlightened weekend
where the rain keeps falling
our new little paradise
On Friday, it will be ours. Our new little paradise on earth.
appears in there brightens colors
When the sun finds its way to Sweden a day in September.
The last signs of that there once was hope for a better summer appears in there brightens colors.
Its a struggling, its a fight. Its not autumn yet.
back to rhodes in june
Takes you back to Rhodes in June.
Everything can be quite beautiful if you look at it in a new way.
gather the warmth
A tourist resort quite similar the other, a charter trip marked with the same feeling as the other. The flight, the transfers, the hotel, the beach, the people, the food and people go by charter in that reason. You do not get too far from what you already know, but at the same time, you feel like you are out on adventures.
But I need something more. Don't want to meet to many other Scandinavians when I'm out traveling. I don't want to lay under a umbrella the hole day to get way to sunburn for my one good. I don't want to read the menus on Swedish and I certainly do not want to buy fake designer clothes or shells painted in blue, green and yellow.
People like me don't belong in charter destinations. People like me have to try to see things from another side. Gather the warmth, escape the tourist resorts, if only for a day, cook my own meals, hike early in the morning when no one else is awake and frame it. Frame all the beauty to cope with a cold autumn in the north.
Turkey is an incredibly beautiful country. There, you see, unfortunately, only when you choose to open your eyes and see past the towering hotels, the red Coca Cola umbrella and the hundreds of stores with clothes I would wear if I got paid for it.
Is it worth it? In the right company, it is worth, it was worth it. But in the right company, you can also buy a train ticket and backpack around Europe, fly to London, Budapest or Paris. In right company there are better things to do than live the charter-life for two weeks.
it is my choice and only mine
Sometimes you just realize that it's time to leave it all behind. Bring the beautiful memories, framing them in our heart to be able to pick them up when the autumn winds cold.
Sometimes it is time to accept the fact of the present moment we live in. Choose to create joy from the day that seemingly are gray and meaningless.
Sometimes I remember the past, I could cry but I choose to smile.
It is my choice and only mine.
about how beautiful it really is
We decided to leave the tourists' complaints and go along Turkey's southern coast for one day in a small white car with air condition.
There was an ice cream and cola stop in Antalya. One quick stop in the ruins of Phaselis, the paradise for picnicking Turks. An exiting soup in a small kebab-hangout in the tomato-town Kumluca. A great swim in a small cove along the winding coastline. One stop in Myra, whit the tomb and church of St. Nocholas and the ruin from the old theatre. And when the sunset get near, we drove the car back to Side again.
It's when you leave the umbrella-filled beaches that you really understand how beautiful a country can be. Turkey, with its mountains, its great valleys, small towns, overcrowded cars and the infinitely beautiful ocean, that's constantly making me reminded of the greatness of life. About how beautiful it really is.
in to manavgat
In the early morning, under the early sun, we put our joggingshoes on and walk the two hours in to Manavgat. The city with the flowers, the river and the barbed wire.
only one of the days
Just one morning with my new friends. Just a Cornetto and Harry Potter by the pool. Just a lunch on the terrace by the sea. Just a mosque and some fragmented art. Just a day that becomes night i Side.
Only one of the days I want to return to.
lovers of the wind
It could have been Sweden. It could have been fifteen degrees in the ocean.
It could have been the Swedish summer breeze that made the goose bumps swaying in the wind. But it wasn't.
It was love. Love from the water. Lovers of the wind.
and its exchange for the morning
Somewhere between night lighting and its exchange for the morning. The night that gently sing her song for a new day under the Turkish sun.
A sun that rises exactly six thirty-five.
how to frame it
This is about the sun.
This is about how to frame it when it's finally gets up.
This is about the life that's born from the ashes of the past. From the years when the clouds have drawn their gray shaded lines over far too many broken days.
This is about the sun and the life that suddenly appears when the rains stop falling.
It's now time to frame it and you're welcome to join me.
