Puglia in August
August in Puglia
I had always wanted to see Puglia. I had heard “Puglia, Puglia, Puglia” and finally, during the summer of 2021, I got to see a small part of it for myself. It was the first time I traveled with little Elliott (at this time he was only 5 months or something) but he did so well – despite the heat and the millions of tourists.
My friend and I spent the days exploring, the nights drinking wine and sharing delicious food. She told me about this boy she just started seeing. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen. She was smitten but unsure because of broken hearts in the past. As I’m writing this, she just packed up her apartment to go live with him. These stories and memories bring such a big smile to my face. I love how little we know about what life has in store for us when we look back.
Puglia was a dream and I’ve been back since and I cannot wait to come back again. When I took this photo on my film camera the air was still hot, music was playing somewhere in the background and we had just opened a bottle of wine before heading out for aperitivo and dinner. Laughs, and voices singing along to summer hits and Italian classics, could be heard from the boats passing by all the way up to our terrace overlooking the sea. It was summer. It was fun. And it was everything I wanted.
Stockholm Sky
I’ve always had mixed feelings about coming back to Stockholm. In the beginning I used to cry while the plane landed at Arlanda Airport. I know, it sounds crazy, but I really did. It was a place with tough memories still holding a firm grip of me. Clinging on and pulling me down. I don’t think it was until just a few years ago, I could feel those emotions slowly letting go off their grip. I started enjoying coming back home. I saw the city with different eyes. I could appreciate it again.
Today I love coming back to Stockholm. Love is maybe a strong word, but I really enjoy it. Especially during summer. And together with my sister. I took this photo of the absolutely magical sky in Stockholm one evening during summer, when my sister and I walked through the city, from Södermalm through Gamla Stan. To Stureplan, to Norrmalm. Ending up in Vasastan. I love these moments together, and to rediscovering the city with her. No one makes me laugh like she does and no one else can make me enjoy Stockholm more than I do together with her.