the garlic man

They say that vampires really can´t stand the odor of garlic. Why, I really can´t figure out, but believing this- my neck has probably never been safer than in Split, Croatia. Guys and dolls selling the white wonder all over the local foodmarked, surrounded by acient buildings and a delightful sense of history. Thank you Mr. Garlic Man for reminding me of why I love to travel so much. Loved meeting your eyes.

London people

London. Oh how I love the way you hand out random people standing on random streets, reminding me that people are people whereever we travel in the world.  I love your people, London. You did good.  Well presented!  Ha! Hm! ..Isn´t it strange how sometimes the littlest things about someone can make you stop. And look for a while. Make you see what you would otherwise have passed.
Absolutely no clue what this one is thinking of, but I can feel her. And she made me stop. Thanx London. You rcok!

Santpedor, Spain

There´s truly something special about clowns. Allthough I don´t quite get what it is, something special. The fun, the joy, the thrill.. an act, reflecting life.. in a way.. kind off. I think they´re sad lookin´ actually. Most of them. And in a way, a bit scary too.
Clowns clowning in Santpedor, no exception from the rule. All though warm. Must have been at least 40 degrees Celsius on that day in Catalonia. Warn clowns, just like other clowns, just warmer. 

Lugano Switzerland

Sometimes when you´re traveling you come across people that change the way you see the world. Simply by doing something, or being in a way that catches your full attention. Like this fellow. Turns out; you don´t really need to understand foreign words accompanying wonderful music as long as the one on stage knows how to interpret for you. I loved it. I loved him. And I will forever cherish the moment when I finally realized.. I don´t  need to know the story behind music to understand it, I simply need to let music tell me its own story. Long Lake music festival. What a surprise! Nothing like it. Gotta love Switzerland.

Prague

like black shadows the beggars in Prague are doing their best to be seen and at the same time not. While the absence of pride is strongly present, they kneel, their heads and eyes pointed downward. How can we not care. How come we see this and not act upon it. Why. Why is it so easy in todays society to choose not to see. To look another way and forget. We shouldn´t forget. We should act. In kindness. I will. From now on out.