just a bunch of pictures from my holidays. I wrote this post while I was sitting on the terrace at the seaside in Sardinia, Italy. I meant to post it right then, but I had a problem with my internet connection, so here it is more than a week later. I was sitting in the shade escaping from the hot sun. the sea in front of me was spectacular with all its beautiful colours and it was shimmering like a precious stone. I went on holidays with my mum. She’s over seventy and alone, we spent a relaxing week with lots of tales from her life before me. It’s strange and also completely natural how when we are young our parents bring us on holidays and then when they’re old it feels like we’re bringing them on holidays, right? Times goes by, words are spoken and moments are precious.