what posses me VIII: when iceland comes a calling

If you have know me longer than, say,two seconds,

 you will know that the only place I have had on my mind for a 

long, long time is

 Iceland. 

Ask me about the Vikings, I dare you. 

I read Icelandic guide books for bedtime reading 

and keep Icelandic primers close at hand.

 I wish my last name ended with "dottir". 

So, because I love my Icelandic day dreams so much, 

I almost didn't want to share this. 

But, I did. 

Because I'm super nice. 

Inspired by Iceland is an initiative by the Icelandic government to encourage people ousted by Iceland

 fierce volcanoes to travel there regardless. Anyone remember Eyjafjallajökull? (Did anyone ever learn how to pronounce that?) I remember by plane to London almost being affected by Eyja-eff-me-kull, that's what I remember. 

What Posses Me. Part III. A few shots of a brief time in Paris.

One week ago last year, I was sunbathing in a glorious shimmering Paris- eating croissants and drinking espresso every morning, (my, what small coffees they have here!) spending the afternoons climbing the stairs up to the Sacre Coeur, and my evenings having quiet dinners in side street cafes. 

One (yester)day to the year, I was despondently making my last tube trip out of London after a rainy, yet unbelievably glorious, summer spent discussing Agnes Varda films around the cozy tables of the British Film Institute's cafe and trapezing around the quaint parks and high streets. 

Alas, after a brief summer at home in Salt Lake, (most just drinking iced tea, buying knick-knacks at the farmer's market, and reminiscing about our days in London) a disturbingly educational few months in Istanbul, and a quiet four months of reflection, wanderlust has struck me again. With a vengeance. Today, most of all, I am Paris dreaming, remembering the warm sunshine, my love of the French language, the food, and the winding streets of Montmartre.

Ah, Paris!

What Posses Me (while I eat my Sunday morning cream scones) Part II

The English Countryside

Ightham Mote

Shaftsbury, Dorset, England 

What Posses Me. Part I.

One day, after days of studying are gone and textbooks are my past and beauty is my future, I will see...

The Blue Forest (de Hallerbos, Dutch for Halle forest) in Halle, Belguim. The bluebells bloom for only a few weeks every spring, carpeting the forest floor and transforming it into a fantastical dream land. 

It is where fairies live.

{the perfect destination}

I honestly can't think of a more perfect little place to stop on a rainy day. This can be nowhere but ideal Britain. God save the Queen! (and the tea.)

going/getting lost