Hi there and welcome. I'm writing this from my balcony in Caparica where the October evening still is warm and cosy. For a girl like myself, born and bread in Sweden, it is a strange feeling to go barefoot this late into the season.
Earlier this year, in April, I semi-moved to Portugal, to set up surf and yoga weeks here. The summer has been amazing, crazy, and no, not always a walk in the park. But Caparica is treating me well and as we now move into the more quiet part of the year, there is more time to reflect.
You see, I lost my heart to Caparica last year. It is out there in the waves somewhere, tumbled and scratched in and by the sand. And I had to come here to look for it. Although I suspect it is lost forever. I don't mind though.
In this space, I will be sharing some things from my own personal journey, and I hope you want to join me. Sometimes personal, sometimes silly, sometimes poetic, sometimes sad, sometimes happy. But always in awe and grateful for the life I've been given.
Come. Join the magic.