Saturday, October 26, 2013

Turning 29

Uh-oh, today is the day. The day that this petite blogger is officially turning one year older. The day that I'm starting my 29th year on this world. Can't believe I'm already starting the last year of my twenties ... where did this decade go to? Seriously, I have the feeling that the past nine years have just flown by and yet so much has happened in between. I went to study abroad for a year, graduated at uni and even got a master's degree later (this july, to be precise). I've changed jobs, countries and even boyfriends. I've partied hard and then lighter, as I've aged. I've pursued my passions all the way, traveling as much as I could around Western Europe and learning a couple of new languages. And I've also taken up some new hobbies along the way, like photography and cooking. Yep, the twenties were fun if very average, I guess. But hey, I still got one year to go before hitting the BIG 3-0 and there are a couple of things I still would like to do in my twenties, so here's my little list for this upcoming year.

Complete my very own 30 before 30 challenge - exactly a year and half before turning 30 I decided to visit 30 new places. So far I've been to six new towns in Belgium and the Netherlands and I'll be spending next weekend in the Ticino region. Not bad!

Visit (at least) one new country - the last time I set foot in a country which was totally new for me was four years ago when Boyfriend and I drove to tiny Lichtenstein for a day. I think it's about time to expand my horizons.

Meet with Maastricht's BFF somewhere in Germany - as we drunkenly agreed.

Watch the whole How I Met Your Mother series - I couldn't be less bothered by who the mother of Ted Mosby's children is but Boyfriend likes it. He's already managed to enjoy the funny, geeky side of The Big Bang Theory and put up with all this Game of Thrones madness. I kind of own it to him.

Finish reading all books of A Song of Ice and Fire - speaking of GoT, I started reading the first book out of curiosity and I was unexpectedly hooked! I'm already halway through the second one, which means that I still have to read four other books with an average of 800 pages each. Well, if George R.R. Martin decides to publish a new one during 2014, that won't make it down my list.

Learn a Russian word a day - I know, a word a day doesn't seem that much but think of a whole year and you have 365 new words. And hopefully more ... but a word a day is a good beginning.

Try at least three new restaurants in Basel - yes, this one doesn't sound like much either, but considering that Byfriend and I hardly ever eat out this is a real challenge. Because we both like cooking and enjoy cosy evenings in more than crazy nights out. Because we like to stick to our known and trusted Piadina Bar or Mr Wong wok buffet.

Going Paleo for a month - this is a tricky one, even if it'll actually be paleo+dairy. Lately I've been reading wonders about the paleo diet and even if I'm not fully convinced by many of the science behind it - sorry, I'm quite an opinionated person - there are many other things that buy me in. I think this can be a good thing for my body and mind.

Keep on working out. Regularly. Throughout the year - I've got into the good habit of working out at least 15 minutes three or four times a week and I noticed the benefits immediately. I have more stamina and I no longer want to squeeze into my black skinny jeans, I actually want to wear skirts and dresses again and I'm more playful with fashion. So, whether there's rain, snow or sunshine, I want to keep on working out.

Going back to the Netherlands - well, why not if I miss it soooo much? Boyfriend and I have a plan of visiting Amsterdam next spring, though it won't probably happen. But hey, dreaming is free of charge, isn't it?

B'day presents!

I'm off to enjoy my birthday now. Kind of. Actually I'm off to do some studying now, this afternoon I'll attend a birthday party - not for me but for Boyfriend's nephew - and later this evening will be football time! Barcelona - Real Madrid, I hope that Barcelona will score a couple of goals to honour me on this special day :)

Have a fabulous weekend!

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Shades of Autumn in Basel

I still remember my early lessons of natural sciences at primary school. I was taught that in autumn leaves turn yellow and fall from the trees; that trees endure cold winters naked to bloom later when spring comes; and during the summer their fruit grow ripe to be harvested before another autumn begins. All of these sounded too alluring but I had never witnessed it myself so I had no idea of how autumn really looked like, except for the drawings in my primary school books. I would have to wait for 15 years to actually see it with my own eyes.

I was living in Antwerp when I first saw leaves falling from their trees. I was mesmerized by this magic show that nature puts on with the change of seasons and had this kind of aha-moment in which I realized that my primary teachers were actually right and seasons do change. From that moment and for a year my camera and I became inseparable. We would go together everywhere and I captured many, many times the beauty of autumn, the stillness of winter, the joy of spring and the energy of summer, all of them so different!

Fallen leaves, first snows, blossoming trees and late sunsets, I love watching the seasons change and I don't think I will ever get enough of it. My camera and I still go together almost everywhere and I still enjoy taking hundreds of photos reflecting the change of seasons. And today was one of those perfect autumn days to go out and get some nice pictures done.

Hope you enjoy these autumnal pics!
Have a lovely Tuesday!

p.s. Did you spot the ferris wheel? Autumn fair is coming to town! Two weeks of lights, rides and sweet and savoury snacks. Yay!

Saturday, October 19, 2013

If you're an expat you've probably been here too ...

... and if not, you might as well. Language barriers and different customs can end up in slightly embarrasing situations. These are some of those moments, tried ans tested by me in the past years abroad.

  • When writing or replying a mail you have to google the name of the recipient most of the time. People do have weird names out there and it's not easy to figure out whether you should address your mail to a Mr or a Mrs. Sadly this trick does not always work. Then, Mr or Mrs, don't think bad of me when I address myself to you as Dear van de Kamp. I know my manners but I'm just not sure yet of what you are.
  • Sometimes you wander around the supermarket for ages looking for a certain product which you cannot find because (a) you don't know the name of that food in the local language; (b) you don't recognize the package as it comes in a different colour, size, shape; or (c) you simply refuse to believe that this certain product is not sold in this country. Hello, chopped coriander leaves, I'm talking to you! Where are you hiding in these Swiss supermarkets?!
  • A cashier looks sourly at you for no reason at all. Until she says that you haven't paid the full price of the article yet. Sorry, madam, these coins all look the same to me and I don't want to look like a retard staring at them for a whole minute on my hand before paying.
  • You try to act as polite as possible but sometimes people just guess a disgusted look through your eyes when you see them eating all those things they consider normal for lunch. You're dared to try it before making an erroneous quick judgement. Nee, sugar on top of butter and peanut butter spread on sliced bread is not my idea of a delicious lunch, though chocolate sprinkles on peanut butter was not bad at all!
  • You start experimenting with your hair and decide to grow luscious long locks because you're afraid that the language barrier might result in a hair disaster at the local hairdresser's. You might end up looking like a dwark, you will regret it but you'll comfort yourself repeating like a mantra that it was way much cheaper than a salon cut. Yes, I wanted to put a paper bag on my head when I first cut my too long fringe myself. And the second time. And the third. Then I decided to grow my fringe.

Blushing and hiding behind the camera

Any more embarrasing moments to share? Confessions to make?
Have a fabulous weekend!

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Freiburg im Breisgau

Last Saturday Boyfriend and I decided to go on a shopping trip to Freiburg im Breisgau (yep, I finally learnt to write it correctly!), a tranquil town in the south of Germany. We both needed some winter garments and as clothing - and everything, except for petrol - is cheaper in Germany than in Switzerland we knew that Germany was the way to go. The girly side of me always gets excited when it comes to shopping so I spent Friday evening doing my research. I eyed the Mango catalogue until I learnt it by heart, made a list of the things I wanted needed and looked for the necessary addresses on the internet. And then came the shock. No Mango in Freiburg. Neither Zara nor HunkeMöller. "D'OH!," said the Homer Simpson side of me, "H&M will have to do then!". And it did. I found a gorgeous and bargainous autumn/winter jacket to substitute my old, battered H&M jacket which has a done a good service for five years now (yep, I do like H&M). Shopping aside, we had a fun time in Freiburg, though it was freaking cold! Seriously, it was around 5ºC and it was drizzling for most of the morning but later in the afternoon the sun appeared shyly in the sky and Freiburg looked even prettier.

Freiburg im Breisgau is tucked in the Black Forest and is approximately 45 minutes by car from Basel. Freiburg has a very renowned university and like many university cities in Europe, it has a very lively feeling to it. The city centre is very compact - actually, all the addresses I needed were in the Kaiser-Joseph-Strasse - and is perfect for walking around, though the city is crisscrossed by trams. The city centre of Freiburg is similar to that of most cities whose history goes back to the Middle Ages or further: cobbled streets, large market squares, a cathedral here and a church there, historical buildings (genuine or not) and sometimes, even a remaining gate or two of the old city walls.

The streets of Freiburg have a very distinctive sign, the Bächle. Most streets in the city centre have open gutters that carry water throughout the city, originally intended to suffocate fires or for livestock to drink and currently used to cool the city during the summer and well, to embellish the city. At the end of the Kaiser-Joseph-Strasse lies the Martinstor, one of the reamining gates of the city which dates back to the 13th century. Past this gate is the university quarter and besides the main university building there are quite a few cafés with terraces outside. At the other side of the Kaiser-Joseph-Strasse, on a perpendicular street, is the market square with the Münster, or cathedral, in the middle. On Saturdays there is a market selling fresh fruits and vegetables, spices and nuts, flowers and some typical handcraft from the region. The market square is really busy and there are also many stalls selling all kind of wurst for very reasonable prices.

Freiburg has also been on the headlines in recent year for its reputation as green city - some even point it as the greenest city in the world. Freiburg tries to make the most of solar energy and other sources of renewable energy and in the past decade has been busy building new neighbourhoods made entirely of sustainable houses and appartment blocks. In the middle of the Black Forest, Freiburg is surrounded by lush scenery and you can spot some trees from almost any point of the city, as it counts with many parks as well. And this is one of the things I liked most about Freiburg, that sense of freedom that comes from knowing that you're fully surrounded by nature. Even in the city centre, it didn't take you long to find a green-going yellowish landscape and I'm sure there are many hiking possibilities not far from the city. I should do my research for next time!

View from the market square
Have you ever been to Freiburg im Breisgau or to the Black Forest? 
Any recommendations for things to see or do in the neighbourhood?
Have a lovely Wednesday!

Monday, October 14, 2013

Lovely Blog Award

I was feeling a bit under the weather this morning. I was still in bed but I could hear the rain pouring outside, so I was already dreading getting up. But I did, I worked out for 20 minutes (yesterday I started to work out regularly again and, ouch, do my legs ache!) and after taking a shower and having breakfast I checked my mail and blog and found a nice surprised that brightened my day and even took that annoying rain away. Pilar at Petit Colibri had just nominated me for a Lovely Blog Award. Wow, I was gobsmacked! I had never received any sort of prize or recognition for my blog and I'm very happy that this award came from Pilar, who is one of my favourite fashion bloggers and Spanish, just like me. If you don't know her yet, go over to Petit Colibri, take a look at her sober and stylish outfits and don't forget to say hiya. What I like most about her blog is that 99% of the times she wears clothes I would wear myself and that her style is quite similar to mine, so she's a great inspiration! And every Sunday she leaves fashion aside to talk movies and I really enjoy that feature and am always curious to see which film she will recommend for the week (and once again, we have quite similar tastes when it comes to movies). In fact, her movie posts are the only reason I check my reading list on Sundays.

Now, back to the Lovely Blog Award, these are the rules: 

Thank and follow the blogger who nominated you for this lovely award.
Share seven random facts about you with your readers.
Nominate 20 new bloggers with less than 200 followers and let them know they've been nominated.
Finally, pop over and say hi to the other 19 bloggers who share this Lovely Blog Award with you.

So, here we go! 

Seven random facts about me ...

You might be surprised because I seem to talk (better say write) a lot around the blogosphere but I'm painfully shy.
I really do think that Tenerife is the most beautiful place on Earth, closely followed by the Alps.
I'm definitely a morning person and prefer staying in to going out.
I did mathematics olympics but failed gymnastics at high school (there, soooo embarrasing!)
If I didn't have to worry about money nor care for making a living, I would travel full-time. I would start driving around Australia for a year and then see where the wind takes me.
I'm a big daydreamer. And I have no plans to change that any time any soon.
I can speak five languages (Spanish, English, Dutch, German and French) and I am currently learning Russian. I once started self-learning Icelandic and I'd like to continue one day.

And the nominees are ...

One of my favourite bloggers, Arni tells inspiring life stories and adventurous travel tales from past and present journeys.

Ashley dreams of traveling the world and blogs about her trips and adventures at home. She takes many, many photos and is preparing a trip to Switzerland (sounds pretty much like me).

Katrin shares random pieces of her world and her heart, sometimes from the US, sometimes from Germany and always looking for new adventures.

Elizabeth has a penchant for writing and taking photos with a roll camera. I like the vintage feel of her pics and reading her reflections on daily life.

I only discovered Rowdy Fairy recently but I fell in love with it instantly. Tania writes about everything and anything and has some interesting travel posts with great pics.

Alice documents her life in Sydney with lovely pics and insightful thoughts. I love popping over to cure my Australia wanderlust.

Allison has just packed her all her stuff on shore and moved onto a boat with her husband to sail the world - or at least the American coast. She blogs about this upcoming adventure and more.

Megan takes a break in her hectic life to blog about past travels, her love for books and everything in between.

Well, that was the list. I didn't make it to 20 nominees but I decided that I would rather stick to the rule of less than 200 followers and keep the list short and sweet. 
Once again, thanks for this Lovely Blog Award.
Have a lovely day and a lovelier week!

Thursday, October 10, 2013

The Netherlands with all 5 senses

I miss the Netherlands. There, I said it! And I miss Maastricht, especially on days like today, when it doesn't stop raining and going outside doesn't seem like the right thing to do. My mind has somehow been infested with the weird idea that it didn't rain in the Netherlands. At least not as much as it does in Switzerland and for sure not in lovely Maastricht. I miss the sunny evenings in Maastricht, the laid-back moments spent sitting on a terrace with friends, the shopping sprees during the weekends when the shops were about to burst and my weekly visit to the Hema shop (oh, Hema guys, if you ever read this blog, why don't you open some Hema shop in Switzerland?!). I miss all the weird food I finally got accustumed to, the job I disliked for the first three months, hearing Dutch on a daily basis and I even miss the rough cobblestones that would hurt my feet when walking on thin-soled shoes. Apparently, adapting to my new life in Switzerland is taking a while longer than expected and I don't think I'll feel fully settled in until I find a job, which hopefully will be sooner than later. In the meantime, I think that writing more about the Netherlands might make this homesickness more bearable. And if you're looking for five reasons to love the Netherlands, here you have them. One for each of the senses.

SIGHT: Choosing the most oustanding sight of the Netherlands is a difficult task to accomplish. Canals, windmills, tulips, 17th and 18th century houses with long and elegant façades, so many utterly beautiful things around! But I'm going to stick to something a bit more underrated and I will say that one of the best sights of the Netherlands is the never-ending view of the polders as seen from the train. Polders are long strechtes of lands that make up most of the Dutch landscape. After two hours sitting on a train seeing nothing but polders they can become something ordinary but when the sun is setting on clear summer day the polders are bathed by this golden light that so many painters have tried to capture in their paintings for many centuries. And they were right, the light in the Netherlands has something very special to it, which cannot be compared to the light elsewhere. That's why polders (and canals) look so pretty under this dim golden light.

SMELL: I could go for something really cliche here and say that the Netherlands actually smells of weed. But while this might be true in the most touristic neighbourhoods of Amsterdam and the teeny crowds I don't think this would be representative of the country as a whole. It is actually quite far from it. I could say that when walking around any Dutch city you're most likely to smell delicious bakery or deep-fried fast food but I'll get back to this on the taste department. Now I'll stick to my brother's first words when he came to visit me in Maastricht last year. 'This country stinks of farmland', he said, after stepping out of the plane at Maastricht's tiny airport. And was he right! Maastricht - and I guess that most other places outside the Randstad - smells like the countryside, if only some weeks a year when spring arrives and temperatures rise. The smell of grass, flowers and manure all together hangs in the air and you can have hard time if you suffer from hay fever. But it's not a bad smell and it makes you feel as if you were closer to nature and doing the right thing for sustainable development.

TASTE: The Dutch have mastered the art of deep-fried snacks and one of the things that most surprised me when I first got acquainted with the Dutch culture were the snack bars (FEBO and the like) whose walls were like a large vending machine catering frites, burgers, frikandellen and the like for a couple of euros. That looked really akward to me but it is apparently a very popular option for a quick snack, especially after a night partying hard. I've always prefered to order at the counter, though. And from the many deep-fried treats the Netherlands had to offer I would mostly choose bitterballen, something you won't probably find anywhere else. Bitterballen, or bitter balls, are a sort of round croquettes filled with a creamy mix of meat and spices and usually served with mustard - and not bitter at all. Oh, I miss that too!

TOUCH: Touch experiences are always difficult to identify. After all, it is not easy to isolate what we feel from what we see, hear, smell and taste - unless you're getting a massage, that's it. But there's something about the Dutch way of life that cannot be explained any other way. Whether you're lounging at a park nearby on a sunny day, sitting on a terrace under a sunshade while it pours outside or riding your bike along a canal or creek, there's something very special about the cosy Dutch way of life which slowly grows in and fills you with peace. Seriously, I have no idea of what it is, but there's something about life in the Netherlands which can only be felt when you stop there for a while and forget about the rush of your daily life or touristy ways. For me it was grabbing a blanket, going to the bank of the river and laying on the grass feeling the sun on my skin and that was all I needed to be happy. Maybe that's it, happiness. And in the Netherlands you can reach for it and almost touch it!

HEARING: Gggoede morgggen! Daggg! Tot strrrakks! Ah, the Dutch language, that weird and gutural distant cousin to English. Despite the harshness of its sounds and the sore throat I had for weeks when I first started speaking Dutch on a daily basis, I've grown very fond of the Dutch language. I really, really like it and I'm more than happy I once decided to learn it, even if it was just a hobby back then. It is full of impossible sounds and too many grrrrs, kks and weird letter combinations like ij, which used to be considered as a unique letter. And yet it is so beautiful. Yes, I miss it and some Dutch songs are among my favourites now. So, to finish this journey of the senses around the Netherlands, here is a song which aired daily on the radio for months and months and months while I was living in Maastricht - isn't the video super cute?

Have a lovely Thursday!

Monday, October 7, 2013

Madrid, the neglected capital

Every Sunday morning I enjoy a longer breakfast than usual. I have a fisrt cup of tea accompanying some toasts or biscuits and a second cup of tea while digesting the news. I usually spend up to half an hour reading some Spanish newspaper, which is something painful to do right now as most news go endlessly about corruption scandals and more crisis tragedies. And yesterday I came across this article (in Spanish) putting down to paper the already whispered news that Madrid is no longer an attractive destination for international tourists visiting Spain neither the enjoyable city it once was for its inhabitants. Ah, Madrid, you the capital of Spain, what went wrong with you? Are you still grieving over the three olympic battles you've lost? Are you feeling the pain of Iberia not landing enough planes on your expensive and brand-new T4 terminal at Barajas airport? Or simply deeply scarred by this never-ending economical recession?

The previously mentioned article, among a long political discussion, points out that Madrid isn't a trademark itself and that it lacks a symbol representative of the city as whole. And this is probably true. Unlike Barcelona, which most foreign tourists (and not only tourists) automatically associate with Gaudi  and sometimes mistake for the capital of Spain as well, Madrid doesn't own such a visible icon to stand out for the city, be it a building, an architectonic style or a famous past resident - like Gaudi is to Barcelona, ticking off all those boxes. What is Madrid then?

If I had to answer that question myself I would say that Madrid is culture and history. Madrid has witnessed many events which have written the history of Spain, it is home to dozens of buildings dating back to the 17th, 18th and 19th century and some of its art museums are ranked among the top ten museums to visit in the world. Besides, Madrid is known for its lively night-life with concerts, plays and musicals scheduled all year long and bars opened till late in the night. Oh, and Madrid is also a great city for shopping whether you're looking for affordable retailers or high-end labes or you prefer to roam flea markets.

Five years ago I went to Madrid for a couple of days to meet some friends there and I had a great time. I still have fond memories of that trip even though I don't remember every detail of it (why wasn't I blogging back then, why?) But I remember we enjoyed a sunny evening at the Retiro Park, we wandered around a flea market on Sunday morning and indulged in some delicious tapas later - don't ask me where. We strolled along Madrid's elegant avenues, awed at some of its most impressive buildings, like the Catedral de la Almudena or the Debod temple and soaked up some art at the Museo del Prado and Museo Reina Sofía (you can read more about this in this post). We shopped galore and partied on Sunday until early morning. We even had time to take a bus and make a daytrip to Toledo, another Spanish city in the neighbouring region of Castilla la Mancha. Yep, that was my trip to Madrid almost five years ago and these are some crappy photos I took in Madrid back then (excuse the bad quality, please, I didn't know any better when I first got a camera and started to document my travels).

I wouldn't mind going back to Madrid some day, I still have friends to visit there who I'd love to see again any time any soon. But Barcelona is also high on my list and I've never been there yet. I've heard many people saying that Barcelona is actually prettier than Madrid and that food and night-life are equally good. So once again, a few worthy reasons to plan a citytrip to a cool Spanish city ... hopefully someday!

Have you ever been to Madrid or Barcelona?
Do you think that Barcelona is winning Madrid over in the touristy league?
Do you have some tales to share about other underrated cities in your own countries?

Have a lovely Monday!

Friday, October 4, 2013

In Bern for a day

Bern is the quiet capital of Switzerland, or better said, the federal city as it is officially called in German (Bundesstadt). Picture-perfect Bern lies almost in the middle of Switzerland, surrounded by the river Aare and with the impressive Alps on its horizon line. Bern has a compact city centre crisscrossed by many trams and trolleybuses, yet it can be easily explored on foot. With its cobbled streets and elegant arcades on their sides, a dozen original and unique fountains dating from some centuries ago, and pretty houses one after another with colourful flowers on their balconies, Bern has somehow stood still in time. But despite its historical façade, Bern is also a modern city with a nice shopping area, hip terraces, boutiques selling all kind of quirky stuff on semihidden cellars and a couple of interesting museums.

Last Saturday Boyfriend and I enjoyed a great day in Bern, exploring the city and visiting some intereting museums. We decided to go by train and as Bern is only one hour away from Basel by train, there was no need to get up too early. After hopping off the train Boyfriend and I strolled around the city centre, stopping at every corner to take some photos of the beautiful gates and fountains and relaxing into its laid-back atmosphere. One of Bern most distinctive sights is the Zytglogge, the clock tower with its very own astronomical clock and slightly reminiscent of the one in Prague. The Münster (currently under construction works) and the Swiss Houses of Parliament are other interesting building in the city centre - though I found the Münster to be really average. 

After getting acquainted with the city centre we crossed the Aare river to the Helvetiaplatz, a small square with a memorial fountain in the middle and surrounded by a handful of museums. The Bernisches Historisches Museum (History Museum of Bern) and the Einstein Museum are located on the same building and were the main reason for us to decide on this daytrip. The Bernisches Historisches Museum is currently holding the exhibition Qin, the eternal emperor and his terracotta warriors and seeing this terracotta army wonder had long been on our to-do list. After paying the not-so-friendly price of CHF 28 (ouch!) we wandered around the museum for a couple of hours discovering the early history of China and how these 8000 terracotta soldiers came to be and later learning some more about Einstein's bittersweet genius. All in all, it was worthy to pay the entrance fee as the exhibition and collections were interesting and well presented, though it was not allowed to take photos inside the museum.

After a day packed with culture and sightseeing, we decided to chill out a bit and went to greet Bern's most renowned inhabitants, the brown bears that live in the Bear Park and are a symbol to the city of Bern. According to a legend, the name of the city was derived from the early German word for bear and Bern got her name after the founder of the city returned home with a bear from a hunting party. Nowadays, bears are no longer a hunting trophy in the region and since the 19th century Bern has been home to several couples of brown bears. For over a century the bears were restricted to a small pit but in 2009 a new park beside the river was opened for their home to be more nature-a-like.

Have a lovely weekend!

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

October 2013: Living out of my suitcase

When I first went back home to my parents in Tenerife after living in Belgium for a whole year my big suitcase stayed in my room unpacked for a month or so. I told myself I would have to figure out how to fit all those winter clothes in my already full wardrobe but somehow I knew it was more a rebellious act, as if I was trying to pretend that my adventurous year in Europe wasn't over. I didn't think anything of it.

When I went back to Tenerife after spending four months with Boyfriend in Switzerland I never fully unpacked my luggage. My big suitcase lay on the floor of my bedroom for almost half a year until I finally left again and moved to the Netherlands with him. After a month and a half I realized that not unpacking was no longer a sign of rebellion but a sympton of discontent. I felt as if I no longer belonged there and I knew that a suitcase on the floor was only waiting for me to leave again for the next adventure.

When I arrived in Switzerland this summer I finally felt that I was ready and looking forward to settling down after years of wandering since I first went to study in Belgium. I wanted to unpack so badly and yet, almost all my clothes are still inside my suitcases. Living with the in-laws there's no much space around and my big suitcase serves as a modest wardrobe. For the first time in years I'm struggling with seeing my suitcase lying on the floor of the bedroom and I can't hardly wait until the day that Boyfriend and I move to our own appartment with our very own wardrobe. I can already picture my dresses, jeans, shirts and skirts resting on wooden hangers and the thirts and jumpers neatly folded on the shelves aside. I just don't know how long it'll take before I can finally unpack but I know that for the first time in years I'm ready to settle down and call this place home. After all, home is where the heart is, or so they say!

September has gone in the blink of an eye. I spent the first week in Tenerife and then I moved back to Basel and I didn't forget to take a photo a day in between. I'm not 100% sure that this is my favourite photo of the month, as I loved some of the photos I took in gorgeous Tenerife. But as I had already posted most of them in this Snapshots of Tenerife post, I decided to share this pretty sunset in Basel. You can view the whole month of September here.

Have you ever felt as if you were living out of a suitcase? 
Ever struggled to feel at home when moving too often?
Have a cosy October!

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