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Sunny Surrey Hills

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This is the first week back in London after a winter holiday in Sweden. London is intense wherever you come from! Crowds all around you, noise, loads of people walking straight into you with their phones in their hands. Is a true joy sometimes! I really needed a quick escape at the end of the week, to get myself back into a state of relaxation so when my friend invited me I jumped into the Kingston bus and headed to Dorking! Surrey Hills to the rescue! It is indeed as they say, a place of fantastic beauty! And wait until you get to the top of Box Hill and behold that view, breathing the crispy, just below zero air, of a sunny day in January! You will put whatever mental weight has been pushing down on your shoulders to one side and you’ll spend a few minutes trying to get the whole landscape in, with all the colours and nuances. Is sometimes easy to forget, caught in our routine as we are, that these overwhelmingly …

Easter in Sweden

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I decided that this year I am going to spend the Easter break in Sweden. I wasn’t expecting good weather on the east coast but Sweden is beautiful even in bad weather so I started my travels with warm clothes and full of hope! I am constantly looking forward to get away from London because lately I always seem to be in search for more space and more natural beauty! Where best to find these than in Sweden? It was the right decision – this break turned out to be pretty much perfect! Actually, I am still in Sweden now – a few days after Easter, working from here, and weather has been superb! Who says that you should go to Southern Europe to get a tan in the spring? I wish only I packed my sun cream instead of extra underlay clothes! I like traditions and I do appreciate a family celebration! And this year I got to be part of a Swedish family Easter celebration! In case you get an invitation yourself, here …

Life in the Big City

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Years ago, when I was sitting and reading in my grandmother’s room back home, in a small village in Transilvania, I dreamt about living in the big city. I wanted the buzz, I wanted to meet new people and go to movies whenever I wanted, I didn’t want to use only the books and my imagination to travel. I didn’t know at the time where exactly the big city was but here I am, years later, living in London. It has been almost 9 years since I moved. Time flies in London! Actually, rather than flying, time is running along trains and buses, it elapses impatiently at red lights and when you are stuck at Vauxhall station in the rush hour. You are playing catch up with your time, checking on it constantly! Everything, the whole day, gets divided in 30 minutes, 20 minutes, chunks of time here and there. Life in London is built by segments of time, is not continuous or fluid, is pretty much calculated carefully and relentlessly. And it all adds …