Probably the most common question I got after my trip was ”well what was your favorite place?” And answering that is just as impossible as it sounds. Instead I replied that the place I would first go again to would be Laos. Because I felt I saw a tiny glimpse of something absolutely amazing and largely undiscovered by many.
There are many ways to describe this amazing city but for me it was one long time dream come true. Ever since when I first saw pictures of the Golden Gate and shimmering sea yeeears and years ago I remember thinking that I just have to see that some day. And when lots of people when talking about California say they want to see LA and Hollywood and all that jazz, I was never truly interested. I somehow knew I’d like San Francisco, that it would be my kind of place. And it was.
There are places you wish to go to someday and then there are places you know that you need to go to. New York for me was one of the latter. I feel like I don’t want to write too much about it to not to spoil the whole thing but on the other hand I could spend an entire day just talking about it. I could also list every single place I saw but that wouldn’t really help. Guide books are also going to tell you a bunch of other things: Times Square isn’t nice at all but you should still go there once, go to the Empire State Building in the morning and yes, MoMA is a very nice museum and walking across the Brooklyn Bridge is something you should do. Now that I have that over with I can write about why I personally fell in love with the city as much as I did.
Wow. I’ve been trying to think of things to say for a while but I just cannot quite get it right. I feel that some days in life are maybe a bit too big, or too unusual should I say, for words. That maybe they aren’t supposed to be talked about but maybe to remembered and lived through. I think I’m going to write a more reflective post about these past three years and what they gave me later this summer but now I just want to say a few words and of course shamelessly post some pictures of well, mostly me 🙂
You know what? Never ever has choosing pictures to a post been this hard and I always pick my pictures with care. When every shot you take seems like the most beautiful postcard it’s not just wonderful but also emotionally very tiring to go through the hundreds of pictures and then try to pick the best ones out of already most gorgeous pictures. My heart bled for every pretty picture that didn’t make it here but at least it gives me the permission to keep throwbacking this trip for ages in. Sorry not sorry 😉
It’s said that Capri is “the most beautiful island in the world” and I honestly cannot say it’s wrong. Even though I’m this young I’ve been lucky to have travelled to so many incredibly beautiful places but this was one that absolutely took my breath away. I would like to come up with some other adjective than beautiful but that’s just what describes Capri best. The amount of beauty is so overwhelming and gives you the wonderful feeling like you’re being embraced by all that loveliness and glamor. Everywhere you look you feel like giving a long sigh. I do not wonder for a second why so many Hollywood stars, artists or just ordinary people want to come here for a vacation, to get married, celebrate something or just to experience its famous beauty.
I should mention here something about Italy and me. I don’t know how it started but my family has always got this thing for Italy, it’s been sort of our number one vacation destination during my childhood and I’ve loved it since the first trip there. I counted that this is probably my seventh time there: I’ve been to the northern lakes like Garda many times and then in Tuscany and twice in Rome which not surprisingly is probably my favorite city in Europe. So if I started writing about Italy and why it’s so dear to me this post would be the length of a novel so I’ll make a whole other post about that sometime.
Since Capri for me was such a special and impressive place, this time I decided to make a bit different travel story. Some places are just too beautiful for words, so why then say so much? Although I have already written more than I intended… I have carefully chosen 100 pictures (a few from Sorrento and Pompeii so that title isn’t 100% accurate) that for me captured a tiny piece of Capri’s captivating charm. It’s like a photo diary and I try to keep the stories short in the captions. This time I do believe that pictures tell more than I ever could and I hope that these little pieces of sunshine, laughter, salty sea, joy and excitement make you feel a breeze of that Mediterranean wind, taste the rich, chocolatey taste of Italian gelato and take you on that crazy taxi drive on the serpentine roads up towards heaven.
I really love photographing, I’ve loved it for a long while. It’s a whole different thing if I’m good at it but I enjoy it tremendously and that’s the point. But it’s just a fact that I don’t really happen to photograph much in my everyday life, when really “nothing” is happening besides school and all that fun stuff. So, in my first term of the year I took an extra art course (!!!, I’m otherwise not an art-person) which was photography and I wanted to share some of the results. I don’t know if I learned that many new things about photography but at least it made me go out with a camera more and maybe helped to see more beautiful and precious things in that everyday life that we so often forget to appreciate. We had different tasks like portraits, shadows, perspective etc. but I don’t categorize those here. Still, I do think they have one thing in common, I think they have this very autumn-like feeling in them, like something’s ending. Like I wrote in that August post a while back. And it’s true, something is ending, so all I could do was to make it as pretty as I could. Hopefully I succeeded in some way.
I’ve been away for quite a while, I was babysitting for three weeks and it didn’t really leave much time for writing. But now that’s done and I’m on a proper holiday, yay! And as some may know, I had my birthday on July 4th.
So my holiday has started which means it’s officially summer here in Finland, yay! Even though I wouldn’t mind if it was a bit warmer. Still, even if it’s a bit cold but I can see the sun, it’s like I’m a different person. I’m like those animals that sleep in the winter, now I have waken up. This really just proves that the Finnish climate is not suitable for me, I do think my soul is from elsewhere.