Summer Sadness

For today it’s just going to be a few pictures.

Karma

Karma

The ground quakes as you gallop. The air quivers as you whinny. My skin is bestrewn with goose bumps as you breath into my face and into my hands. My hand shivers to the softness of your fur, to the touch of your velvet nostrils.

No one will ever understand why I love you as much as I do. And that is okay because I don’t have the words to tell them. I fail to put our relationship into words.

They’ll never know, that a touch of your soft mouth is as soothing as a mother’s hand’s caress, that sobbing and crying into your mane is as if softly crying into a pillow at night and that you licking the tears on my face is as consoling as nothing else in this world. 

There wil be more posts about her following soon!

Me

Introduction

Well, I thought it was time to write a few words about me, eventhough there really isn’t much to tell.

I always find it very hard to describe myself, I never seem to find the right words.

But I’ll try.

First of all, I am no ordinary girl. My whole family isn’t ordinary, we are different from other families. But different good.

Eventhough I haven’t spent much time on this earth yet, I know a lot about it, I’ve seen a lot of it. More than some people get to see in their whole life. We travel a lot, go to many different countries. A few times a year we pack our bags and go some place new. And we move a lot. We are not nomadic, but we have lived in a few different places.

I have made many, many friends, I wouldn’t want to miss anymore. As I can always count on them, they can always count on me.

Generally, I am a person that gives up a lot for her beloved ones. I stay up long at night to listen to a sobbing friend on the phone, I wake up early to accompany a friend to the airport and say goodbye, I skip a few hours of school to pay a visit to a heart-broken friend that needs someone to talk to.

Still, I am imperfect. I make mistakes, and many of those, too! But I try to learn from them and give my best to never do them again. I am a very optimistic person. I’m usually not the one to moan or fuss about something, if I’m annoyed about something, I do something about it. I open my mouth and I say what I think. This characteristic caused me to not always make friends, a lot of people can’t stand to hear the truth. 

There are a lot of people, special people, that have made me who I am today, I am very thankful, to have those people in my life, they made me an original, different, a non-stereo-type.

They are the ones that tell me to stop dreaming. I am a dreamer. Usually I dream about what my life would be like if my parents wouldn’t have made one specific choice.Who I’d be now.  But that’s a different story .. you might get to hear it one day.

I think it’s time I stopped talking about myself, I could go on and on (didn’t I say there was not much to tell? Funny, how there is, if you take some time to think about it .. ) and would probably bore you. 

snapshot

Summer

Summer

I love the summer. It means so many things to me. It means children screaming and laughing joyously out loud. It means water splashing and dripping and wet little feet on the hot ground. It means poofy hair, dried from the wind. Sparkly eyes, wide smiles, loud laughter, cold and wet skin, shiny teeth, happy faces everywhere.

Children running aroung licking ice cream, leaving behind drops of water on the ground.

Excited people running yards as soon as the little melody of the ice cream truck comes close.

Everyone is digging into melons, oranges and other fruit, juice is running from their chins.

Fully stuffed cars everywhere, enerved parents behind the steering wheel, excited children waving to strangers from the backseat.

Wind in your hair, hot sun on your skin and time to do the most important things to you, that is what summer is to me.

What is summer to you?

Splashing Ocean   

Tiny island in the mediterranean sea

Travels

Traveling

I hate, how many people I know have never been outside their country. How they have never experienced different cultures, how they have never met different people with different views of the world.

I refer to myself as a very lucky person, my parents are travellers. Together we travel the world, we fly to the most exotic countries, talk to their inhabitants, look at the world from their point of view and let them show us their world.

I have met so many amazing people, seen so many amazing things and ate the most mouth-watering foods in the world. I just can’t keep myself from sharing my experiences with you.

I will start off with a little trip to india my family and I took in 2006.

We took a plane to Dehli, a very large city. We took a cab to our hotel. It was hot. The cab smelled. It was loud outside. So many cars! The streets were old, the cab was jumping up and down all the time. There were too many people sharing one car. I saw one car with 9 people in it.

On the other side of the road I saw many people. Poor people. Beggars. Sick people. Almost naked grown-ups and children. Limping people. Injured people. Loneley children. But all of them with a huge smile on their face.

Because of the traffic we didn’t move very fast. I took my time to watch a little girl, she wasn’t wearing any shoes, she was dirty, her hair wasn’t combed but she looked very happy while playing with her friends. She turned to look at me in the cab, at the moment we started driving again. She had a huge grin on her face.

The hotel was very steril. We didn’t want to stay there very long so we explored the city. The city it was very modern, lots of shops and shopping centers, well dressed people, many expats. We went out for dinner that night. We had very delicious food. I have eaten indian food before, as it is my favorite type of food, but never real indian food. It was so good!

We stayed in Delhi a couple of days, went to museums, explored the Jami Masjid and went to the Lal Qila.

Then we left for a little village, outside of Delhi. The sister of a friend of my dad’s lives there and offered us a room to stay in in her big house. She had her husband pick us up. We squeezed ourselves into his car, where his two sons and niece where already sitting. The streets where nothing compared to the ones in Delhi, I must have bumped my head at least 5 times. After about half an hour of driving we finally arrived at the house where we were staying at. The woman introduced herself as Madhu, she wore a dark blue sari and showed us our room. It was a tiny but very nice room. The house was a house of normal size and I was wondering the whole time how 8 people fit unter that roof.

Madhu made amazing food, whenever I had the time, I helped her. She showed me how to make traditional indian food.

Her husband took us to the plantations every other day, we helped him with his work out there. Afterwards we got to meet the people from their village, they were excited about my white skin and my blond-brownish hair. They couldn’t stop touching and combing it.

At the end of the village there was a very poor family, they made very beautiful hats and scarves. I couldn’t resist, so I bought this beautiful golden scarf. The woman who made it was so grateful, she’d give me a handful of indian cookies and shake my hand every day.

Madhu and her family were so nice to us, in return I showed her how to make some european food, she was amazed by the herb-muffins I made with her, she has never tasted anything like that before.

It made me very sad when we left, the people were so kind to us, they have taught & showed us so much, but I am thankful, I got to see this part of india, too, not only beautiful Delhi and its mostly rich people. 

I hope, that one day I can go back to India, as it is a very special country, whit its cows on the streets, the beautiful saris the women wear and the huge grins you can see everywhere! 

Outside Delhi

Madhus daughter

Heat

Heat

I love the heat. I have always loved the heat. While everyone was looking for some shade to sit in, I was enjoying the sun to the fullest, trying to caputre evey ray of sunlight.

I love the way the heat makes the air flicker, I love the way the heat smells, I like how every stone and every blade of grass feels warm to my feet as I step on it.

But what I love even more, is the reliefing thunder storm, after a long, hot day.

I enjoy sitting on the front porch while the rain tickles my feet and the lightnings lighten up our whole street. The air smells of rain, so fresh und prickly.

The thunder makes the earth quake. Drops of rain are falling from the trees onto my shoulders. I love the feeling of raindrops on my skin, it makes everything feel so real.

I am always looking forward to those long and hot nights. They make me sweat, make me dream. Make me dream crazy stuff, let my imagination run wild, let me explore whole new worlds. 

Taken after a very hot but nice day in nafplio, greece