Sometimes we all need rest. We work, study, go to the gym, cook, take care of ourselves and the others, all the things that fill up our time. But, from time to time, it’s good to sit down with tea and listen to some jazz.
Tag: writing
A day in Berlin.
A city of wide and spread underground, thousands of different stops and lines and a city of cold, concrete architecture. I and my partner went to Berlin.
Dealing with a bad mood.
You wake up. It’s a sunny day, birds are singing but you wish you could be anywhere else, doing something else. Or be someone else. You have a bad day.
Week in Palma de Mallorca [6].
Thoughts for Tuesday.
There are a few ways I could put those thoughts in, but it’s quite hard when they’re not visibly connected. So here’s a post-bucket to contain everything that been on my mind lately.
Week in Palma de Mallorca [5].
If you haven’t seen the previous post it’s here. Before you start reading: I’m currently having a visit from my partner here in Poland, so this post is way more condensed and shorter (another explanation at the end). However, Ibiza one shall be long and picture-full, so don’t worry. Enjoy!
Week in Palma de Mallorca [4].
Besides the trip to Ibiza, the best day of the whole stay in Spain. Birthday, beach, city tapas, fancy restaurant. Another fully-packed day. If you haven’t read the previous one, it’s here.
Last days in Norway.
My last days in Norway weren’t spectacular, because my whole stay in Norway was more than amazing. It was just cozy, melancholic and way too sad for me to handle. But it had to happen one day so it did happen. Of course I’m coming back to Norway, but for now, I have to go.
Week in Palma de Mallorca [3].
Another day, new adventures. Maybe not the same as in the previous one, but still worth a piece of internet space. Enjoy!
Take care of your mental health.
We’re busy. We have work, school, food to cook, clothes to wash. And then we go to bed and we can’t sleep because someone didn’t call us when we wanted. Because we suddenly feel sad at some words we have heard. Then we fall asleep and the cycle goes again.
