Journal
Wild Coffee on the Cliff (Camper in Gotland)
The camper parked on a windswept hill. A makeshift table. A coffee brewed over a little flame. The kids running barefoot through tall grasses while the sea sings below. It’s...
Wild Coffee on the Cliff (Camper in Gotland)
The camper parked on a windswept hill. A makeshift table. A coffee brewed over a little flame. The kids running barefoot through tall grasses while the sea sings below. It’s...
The Space Between Plans
One thing travel teaches again and again: the magic isn’t in the big sights, but in the pauses. In the evening walks through unfamiliar streets, the conversations with a local...
The Space Between Plans
One thing travel teaches again and again: the magic isn’t in the big sights, but in the pauses. In the evening walks through unfamiliar streets, the conversations with a local...
A Morning with the Birds
There’s a softness in the way the light touches the reclaimed wood. The wind drifts through the open windows, carrying the songs of birds and the scent of the frangipani...
A Morning with the Birds
There’s a softness in the way the light touches the reclaimed wood. The wind drifts through the open windows, carrying the songs of birds and the scent of the frangipani...