Some sights from exploring Göteborg, Sweden's second biggest city.
I am forever halfway somewhere, not quite settled and not sure if I even want to stay.
The first night of a solo road trip is when it hits you: oh yeah, you're doing this alone. But that's ok.
You can count on me.
Some love letters as novelty wears off and culture shock sets in. (Inspired by that very good Netflix movie that you should definitely watch.)
Why is it called the "Mid-Autum" festival if it's at the beginning of autumn? Who knows.
Catch me out here learning Basque, because I want to stay in Basque Country forever.
You're never too old to learn some new tricks.
Nothing makes you realize the weird quirks of your own culture quite like a country where you all speak the same language, yet somehow don't.
I wonder why a little.