I usually come back home with memory cards completely overfilled with photos from a sunny, colourful and charming Rome, but not this time. Unfortunately I didn’t take as many photos as I would have liked but the reason to this was simply because I was having so much fun I almost forgot that I was supposed to bring my camera with me (which seems like a valid reason, if any). It’s always easier to remember to bring your phone along and therefor my Instagram was flooded by pictures from my vacation instead. Hope you’ve enjoyed seeing something else than Paris through my Instagram lens during the last couple of weeks.
Rome is a city that screams happiness. People take their time to enjoy, stop to chat in the middle of the streets, value good food more than most other things and drink wine before noon – much like Paris you might think? No, Rome is very different from our beloved Paris, in both good ways and bad (although I’ve still not figured out what the bad ways would be). After walking along cobblestone streets exploring Monti, Trastevere and the oldest part of the city and passing colourful buildings on my way, I had lost track of how many times I was greeted with a smile and “boungiorno signorina” by complete strangers. Something that wouldn’t happen on the Parisian métro, I’m sure.
After spending one day on the back of Annie’s scooter, seeing Rome in the best way possible (and something that simply is a must if you’re heading to the Italian capital), eating an obscene amount of pasta and supplì, dancing the night away under starry skies and celebrating dear friends, and new friendships, I was convinced: I’m moving to Rome.
This realisation did not solely come to me because I’m madly in love with the city (and that beautiful language) but also because it’s not until you leave Paris you actually realise what you’ve (subconsciously) been missing. Don’t panic, I don’t see a move to Roma in the near future at the moment but someday I’ll definitely have to try my luck for a little while in the land of pizza, gorgeous men and wine.
Only a few days (ok, maybe a little bit more than that) have passed and I’m already longing to go back to the beach, sea and spend days with my feet buried deep in the sand. These
vacations trips always seem to last too short. Luckily I can still remember that salty water, the wind in my hair and sun on my cheeks thanks to a few photos and a few extra freckles. Hopefully it won’t be too long until I see the horizon again…
After spending a few days on the beach with my feet buried deep in the sand it was nice to switch it up with some watermelon slices, ice tea and time by the pool together with my little sister. Funnily enough a longing for Paris and my new apartment started to creep up on me just after a few days and then, as soon as I left Terracina to spend a couple of days in Rome, the longing for the beach, sea and days by the pool replaced it. Isn’t that always how it goes? Now I could give anything to be back on that sunbed, drinking my cappuccino while looking out over the sea. But Rome is pretty awesome too, so I shouldn’t complain at all. Until next year Terracina!
My home away from home while in Terracina is the beautiful Hotel Poseidon, where these photos were taken.
Ice tea and days spent by the pool, I can’t get enough of this.
There’s not much else being done over here in Italy than eating, sleeping and laying on the beach (add playing around in the sea and a crazy amount of pizza to this equation) – which is perfectly fine by me. Terracina, a small town an hour or two south of Rome, is where my family and I come each year to relax and enjoy the Italian sun. It just happens to be so that some of the loveliest people in the world also lives here, which makes the trip even more brilliant and something I long for each summer.
During the last couple of days my biggest concerns have been deciding on what to eat for lunch and if I have enough energy to get up an cool down in the water. I spend the mornings working and afterwards I make my way down to the beach where I drink my morning coffee with my feet buried deep in the sand. I try to study French (with audiotapes thanks to the lovely Hana) while sunbathing and flick through magazines I bought at the airport in Paris when I need a little break. I stay on my sunbed until the light gets all golden and soft, eat dinner with family and friends under a sky with more stars than I’ve ever seen in Paris before and enjoy a gelato together with a few too many glasses of prosecco before snuggling up in my bed, only to do it all over again the next day. To say that I’m enjoying myself is an understatement.
You may think that I’ve fallen off the face of the earth completely but no, I’ve simply been way too comfortable on my sunbed over here in Italy, eating watermelon for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I feel as though I’ve been running a marathon during the last couple of months in Paris, looking for apartments, trying to get on top of work and sorting out my own business so when my feet finally disappeared into the Italian sand I had to take a moment and enjoy it before finding my way back to digital devices and laptop. I’ve promised myself to really relax enjoy my time here in Terracina together with family and friends as much as I possibly can but when being a freelancer it’s hard to completely shut off and not look at my emails in between ice cream cones. Due to this digital ban (which is not really working at all, but anyway) I suggest following along on Instagram since it’s easier to justify fiddling with my phone for a few minutes than bringing the entire laptop to the beach… Bonnes vacances!
As you’ve probably understood by now, I was in haute couture heaven last week. After my magical experience with Dior, I had the pleasure of experiencing the incredible haute couture show by Jean Paul Gaultier. Sequins, leather, velvet and sparkles dominated the runway where models like Frida Gustafsson stomped down. Attending haute couture week is something I’ll never forget, and something I hope I have the opportunity to do in the future as well. Thank you to Instagram for their lovely feature as well!
Unpacking is always way more fun than packing. Especially when you get to unpack, and decorate, however you’d like. For the first time in my life, I now get to choose were things are going and which glasses I’m drinking out of – something I’ve been fantasising about forever. Although a small space with limited storage makes you think twice about keeping unnecessary items and forces you to become ruthless when choosing how many pairs of shoes and jackets you actually need to keep.
My first buy after I signed the lease for my apartment? Three tins of tea from Marriage Frères, which is something silly I’ve been wanting to buy for myself for the longest time now but always ignored since that would mean even less place in my already overpacked suitcases when it’s time for the next move. Finally, for the first time in 1,5 years I can now unpack my bags and not worry, or have to think about, when I’ll pack them again. Phew!
Mint coloured tulle skirt & pink chiffon skirt from Alexandra Grecco – Baby blue bag from Dannijo – Sparkly heels from Zara – Ballet flats from Chanel – Navy blue jacket from Red Valentino – Black bucket bag from Mansur Gavriel – Pyjama shorts from Oysho – Slippers from Oysho – Watch from Corniche – Code rings from Lulu Frost – Earrings from Dannijo – Gold bar necklace & gold circle necklace from Etsy – Nude coloured flats from J.Crew – Black ballet flats from Josefinas.