The Perlemoen Trail. One unconsciously enjoyable aspect about walking along the coast close to the sea with a group of women is that one never seems to tire of it or certainly I never did. The rhythm of the breaking waves and the accompany soft mist it breathes into the air every few seconds is like a heart that… Continue reading Better than a walk in the park. A walk on the beach.
It’s not often that I find myself backpacked and breathing heavily, trampling on stony footpaths. Especially on Monday mornings. They don’t really feel like appropriate times for carefree chitchats when there are things to do, lists to tick… you know what I mean? Beginning of the week kind of stuff? Well you know what? The… Continue reading Monday morning revelations