Oct 27, 2013
We arrive in the small town of Garda in Italy past midnight after an exhausting twelve hour travel by car, plane, bus, train and taxi. I'm sitting dead tired and half asleep in the front seat of the taxi, and if I'm honest with myself there's a part of me wishing that I had just stayed at home - but then we turn downhill to the hotel and I catch a glimpse of the moon and the stars from the car window, and suddenly my mood lifts and I feel my adventure lust returning.
The next morning the hotel bus takes us down to the beach and the Garda lake spreads in front of us in its dreamy azure vastness, the opposite shore disappearing in a thick mist. We walk along the shore and pick up small shells that are purple inside and colorful stones that we put in our pockets, getting accustomed to the air that smells like ciders and pines and salty water.
|Breakfast croissants at the bus stop.|
|Hiking up on the mountain to see the statue of a saint.|
Every day we make trips to nearby cities by bus. In Lazise we walk among the washed-out pastel beach houses, the wonderful off- season quietness casting an almost eerie spell on the place. I try to imagine how the place might look like in the summer, with the sun blazing and the seagulls screaming. We slink inside a small white church and light a candle under the watchful eyes of saints carved in tree, and I'd like to think that the flame is still softly flickering there in the darkness, although I know that's not possible.
In Verona we go and see the balcony of Juliet and despite the chattering crowds of tourists around us, shouting and taking pictures in front of the bronze statue of Juliet, it feels really special to be standing there.
Every street corner has a gelato stand and I try more flavors than I can remember -pistachio, amaretto, peach- everything is delicious. Most nights we stay up late and sit around the table at our hotel, four sisters far away from home, eating bread and cheese and drinking red wine while talking and planning new adventures.
In Malcesine the cable chair takes us high up on the mountain of Monte Baldo and the landscape of snow covered mountains and a shimmering misty lake far down beneath us is wild and cold and beautiful.
One day we take the train to Venice and the city is lighter and airier than I had imagined, rising from the blue- green water with its countless bridges and canals and weathered houses, glowing in pearly colors under the sun like it was born from the sea. Hand- written scribbles on the walls guide us towards San Marco through impossibly narrow alleys and corners. We drink our cappuccinos outside a small cafe listening to a trio of street performers play Vivaldi and it feels like the music is Venice itself, a song of this maze of streets where spirits of decades past might still be wandering around, lost and trapped. But being trapped here feels more like a dream than a nightmare.
We spend our last day in Italy drinking tea in a beach cafe by the water, watching lake Garda disappear in a thickening fog, like it's going to fall asleep once we are gone.
(There first two pictures were taken by my sister Inga.)
Oct 3, 2013
lovely as a dandelion
took my hand and said
'I am the light
that will lead you into darkness'"
-Finnish poet Pentti Saarikoski
The autumn is here now, we started to see the signs a while ago already and still it managed to creep up on us and arrive unnoticed -And now it's here, and the heady, honey-sweet summer is gone.
We are spinning further and further away from the sun, deeper and deeper into the nights and in the thickening shadows people are raising their glasses, drinking to life and laughter. The autumn darkness is old and wild, moving restlessly in the woods, closing up on us, and it leaves a taste of blood and burnt leaves on your tongue.
But don't let it frighten you. We are going to dance from dusk till dawn.
Sep 2, 2013
|Vilma and Inga at the garden party.|
|Emmi on the backyard.|
|A beautiful morning after the party.|
|Apples and 80's rock in the car.|
|Forget Me Not.|
|Hawaiian shirts even the Montagues would be jealous of.|
|Art on skin.|
|Napping after a quick photoshoot.|