Robertson - Route 62 -

Tierhoek organiese Plaas.

Pepper tree cottage

a good time was had by all.

♥

happiness and travel and nostalgia

ek en Mammie...

2002.

Paris

foolish Friday

Any relationship is at the mercy of the 1 who cares the least...

 

♥

That is never me.

 

(photo-credit: pinterest)

Theme of the week: moving and traveling

more of Montagu....

lekker wegbreuk

lekker stilword

♥

montagu

die oopte bekoor jou

die vars lug verlig jou

en die gasvryheid pootjie jou

en jy maak oop

en jy laat in

Montagu.

binne.

picture perfect travels to the North

where the deep waters sleep

alaska

attain satori

G0ld... melting.... my heart

Constance

Moofushi resort

Maldives

Kerk Kamp Moorreesburg

Moorreesburg

graanland

vaal land

dor grond

Maart lelie

genoeg water

genoeg son

genoeg genade

 Maria

i love Paris....

La vie est bien plus belle avec des bonbons..

wegbreuk... wil ek

ek wil gaan
7km buite Robertson
stilte
vreugde
die Laaitjie

travel poem

Spanish-Travel poem

I wish for you adventure and also comfort
soft special things
the allure of the almost
May Madrid infuse your veins
with Ichor.
and Barcelona bring you
her Light.

Maria

aahh do you remember...

when your surrounding was so fine

so beautiful
that it inspired you
to create

Creation Wines..
Hemel-en-aarde road
go there...

And the moon blushed...

this was so awesome !!!

reading, relaxing in style... American Airstream trailers... listen to their website write up:
Old Mac Daddy is the watermelon-chinned, pine-whispering holiday of your childhood. It’s the nostalgia of camping without the fuss, it’s a carefree escape to a spectacularly beautiful part of the world with all the creativity that Cape Town’s dynamic design community could infuse it with.

there is something about being close to
nature and yet bathed in luxury, that so utterly appeals to me.
I find it irresistible.



I will recommend this weekend-getaway to anybody.
m

happiness and Paris

aawwwh just look at the blog post from Shannon Eileen...

her blog is called: Happiness is...

breathe in the romanticism

love, m

dedicated to Lucie

This blog post is dedicated to the following brave and beautiful people:
The Vagabond Adventurers.



Living the dream
and giving back in the process.

check it out and support them if you feel the tug at your heart.

Ladies: don't miss Lucie's clever and creative commentary in her "style notes" section.





cheers, sleep well ( in your warm bed ) ( ok, go read the blog now )

M

Sunny Happiness in Southern Suburbs' Supreme Spot: Constantia

Thanks Stuart & Prilosha... lovely day at your gorgeous new home.
We are excited for you; for the new chapter and
adventure (renovations) in your life.
Also a charm to have met Lexi.

beautiful views all round being enjoyed by the ladies.

good food
& good cap Classiq
& good neighbourhood...
blessings galore !


cheers, m

i want to live

i want to live here with you....

images by talented Philip Karlberg, see his portfolio here.



Carl Jung refers: “…the energy that manifests itself in the life process and is perceived subjectively as striving and desire.”

Last 2 days in Stockholm before we return to the Southern hemisphere

We were sad to say goodbye to Ida.

She made Copenhagen come to life.

We flew back to Arlanda and headed to a different part of town, Skanstulls.

The sun goes down at 21.30 and Maggie and I were making the most of the evenings.

Here is Maggie grabbing a Cafe & Kanelbulla ( cinnamon-bun type pastry) in the city centre "Teater & Kunshuset" square.

we treated ourselves to Sushi. Salmon so fresh it is insane !!
They refer to prawns as "Rak"

numerous little openings in the city: water features, grassy-areas where students or young mothers relax in the sun, people read, meet & have a chat. Lovely.
Here we are in our room: determined to finish the gin I flew over from Cape Town:



and we succeeded... and I made Maggie parade her new Zara jacket round in our room.. here she is standing on my bed.. against the wall-paper I liked.
Thanks model for being a sport !

and here my model features again: this time dressed for her flight home.
The boots are also new (and we couldn't fit them into the luggage, so she was forced to wear them.)

a lady cornered her and asked her to fill out a shop- questionaire.
Look at the cool couch resembling a conveyor belt, complete with cushions (suitcases)
I love this town !!

bye bye, heading back to CT
m

sweden- stockholm- denmark- copenhagen-

so from Stockholm, we travelled with the "Flygbussarna" to Arlanda ( airport ) and unfortunately our flight was delayed by 45 minutes. (mist, cloud, no visibility, but these days they fly on radar not eye-sight?!)

The flight-duration is only 1 hour, so does that make it 185% over its time?
anyway, we rang Ida from a telephone-box (Thanks VISA) and left a voice-mail.

The flight was quick and then JUST before I tense up ( as the wheels touch the tar mack ) the pilot pulled the airbus up. Sharply.

We were climbing again.
Wide-eyed: "Maggie what the hell is going on?!"

Circled.
More mist & fog.
Pilot informs us that the Tower instructed to abort landing as we were too close
to the aeroplane before us.

??? okay.

geeezzz...., so we landed safely a while later (amidst fog & drizzle).
Ida's friendly sunny-smile welcomed us to Copenhagen, Denmark.

It is a much smaller city than Stockholm ( so the public transport is even less crowded ) and the festivals, winter- carnivals, midsummer-treats of sing & flags & booze is ( according to Ida ) one of the reasons the Danes are counted among the happiest of nations.
I was just happy to be safely on the ground.

We walked all day. the rest of the population was cycling. Moms with babies ( in a bicycle-pram-contraptions, students on bicycles, white collar workers on bicycles, every combination and colour imaginable. (bicycles, not people, as they are mostly blond and blue-eyed)

We saw the parks, the planetarium, the royal offices,

the Palace, the Tivoli - entertainment park, the guards, the opera house.
Breakfast here. Coffee in a different square.
We even walked through the redder part of town / sex district.
(and I came upon a church, we one can only hope they repent of their commercially satisfied- carnal cravings)

but I had to pose (as the neighbourhood sort of demands it)

We saw Thor. (3 movie tickets, 2D, not 3 D, R337) ouch.


Wonderfully appropriate: since the ancient- Norse-Viking teachings and beliefs are all portrayed in the film.

Odin, etc

We had the giggles ( like 3 teenagers going to an X- rated film unsupervised ) and a lot of fun was had. Oh, by the way: the seats in Denmark's cinemas do not go from 1 - 10
( rows ABCD, etc )
nope, they start counting from 1 in THE MIDDLE of the row...
we were in hysterics.

Back in Ida's apartment:

Thanks Ida for two hand fulls of memorable moments, plenty of champagne and warm Copenhagen- hospitality.

Won't forget it and look forward to your visit in the summer.