Icelandic style. My new friends are pretty and I have hair envy.
Sometimes being alone can be, well lonely. But there are always times when alone is the best possible gift this world has to offer. Takk, Iceland.
Italia, my love. But also, here are some more seasonly appropriate photos of Switzerland.
I’m missin’ that Carolina sunshine and slow, southern, easy pace of life.
Animals and wine. Life doesn’t get much better than that.
Take me in.
“Nostalgia. It’s delicate, but potent. In Greek, ‘nostalgia’ literally means ‘the pain from an old wound.’ It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone–a feeling of a place where we ache to go again.”
Jones Street. In the details.
Sometimes waking up at 6am on vacation pays off in unexpected ways.