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 to the forest, the conversations with a local baker, the silence of a rainy afternoon painting inside a cosy house, a late talk in bed before bedtime. These stays were never meant to impress.
Rollerskating and on the scooter in the skatepark = fantastic! Greetings Fee
(she wrote this after discovering this new activity and the opportunity of a small local skateprk around the corner of the house we did a house swop with in the lovely village Gustavsberg. )
I saw a deer! Or actually 5 deers! Even one in our garden. Greetings Wolf
(he wrote this in Gustavsberg. He gets so much joy of seeing animals in the wild.)