Life well travelled

"My heartline runs in all directions simultaneously. It pulls and tugs at the bones of a landscape, licking the deserts dry, sending salt through the rapids. Truth told, I can’t be still. I will never take in a place, my heart flees unwillingly. I find peace in transit. I settle in movement. Thus, my soul reeks of, yet revels in chaos. An aching eternity of arrivals and departures; I have no home. The palpitations of the Earth define the beat of my heart, and I will always be embraced by the furious warmth of change. Take me nowhere but everywhere. Life unperturbed by consistency. My skin spills free." 

- Carla Taylor

25 years of Primavera Sound, Barcelona

Spring time in Spain is a cause for celebration, it's like a first summer - less harsh in temperature and that luscious tan comes back. Also just because the Spanish like an excuse to celebrate, which I'm not complaining about, so they decided a music festival was a sure fire way to do so. 

Primavera - def: 'first, earliest' (alluding to the trees early flowering).

Primavera Sound was a mix of long warm days remembered through the haze too much red wine, dancing all the dance moves we'd practiced for the last 10 months, discovering old musicians who are still 'all that' and a revelation that Red Bull does in fact 'give you wings'.
I wasn't all over the musicians at this festival, which was good and meant I could enjoy more time of just being there, I followed the lead of my friends most of the time and enjoyed it multitudes! I love music festivals and it had been so long since I'd been to one, especially one in the sun. It made me remember why I love music and mostly, how much I love the sun. Thank you Primavera, I'm so very fond of you.
(I fell in love with Patti Smith, Albert Hammond Jr, Ex Hex and Alt-J). 

The world is in your hands

"The world lies in the hands of those that have the courage to dream"

 - Paulo Coelho

BARCELONA, SPAIN

Another little series in the Spanish edition, why not hey? If you follow me on Instagram I made it pretty clear I was once again basking in the Spanish sun in Barcelona, which was an absolute delight. Pretending to be Spanish is hard when you have to take afternoon naps, lie in the sun and eat Paella - I'm sure you understand. But please, if you don't I'll give you a little taste of the beauty that comes with a country who's sun is always shining and is oh so warm.
(also, once again they're from my phone because I haven't edited the ones from my camera. I need to emancipate myself from my phone and re-learn this camera/editing thing)

Istanbul was Constantinople

My friend from Australia and I went to Turkey for ANZAC day at the end of April for the 100 year commemoration of our soldiers who fought in the war - and it was a pretty big deal (Prince Charles & Prince Harry were there)! Aside from the day or so we spent driving down, camping out and driving back we got to spend the rest of our time frolicking around Istanbul.

If you've ever been to this city you'll understand it's glory and greatness, if not, you need to learn.

I know every time I travel I come back exclaiming it to be my favourite country/city in the world, but my oh my, Istanbul is something more. The people are so kind and so funny, the city is warm and full of culture.

These are some photos from my phone, I am yet to edit the ones from my camera, but they're on their way. Promise.

Lagos, Portugal

From the moment I arrived in Portugal it was love, true true love, and I haven't gone a day without dreaming of being back there roaming those tiled Lisbon streets or sitting on a beach in Lagos. 

Portugal wasn't ever close to the top of my list of places to visit, but I guess after going through a real winter I was longing for the beach and the beaming hot sun more than ever. And Portugal delivered that for sure. This place was so dreamy, the Algarve coastline is captivating and the cities atmosphere is equally relaxing as it is buzzing. Lagos is a tiny, quiet, yet bustling city that you fall love with ever so naturally. Although it was inhabited almost entirely by Australians - it was incredible.
Our time was spent wisely laying in the sun, barely swimming because the oceans are freezing, eating food, exploring the city and photographing all its beauty. Our evenings were equally (if not more) wonderful. Warm ocean breezes kissed our hot sunburnt skin. We wore thongs (flip flops) to the bars, sipped on the tastiest ciders and, my favourite, made new friends.

I am ever so eager to re-visit this country, re-discover what's already known, but more so what's not.

Thank you, Lagos.