Since yesterday I've been travelling to Havøysund and I can tell you how much it sucks travelling alone. Yesterday I blogged the last entry on the hotel in Oslo. Why did my sister have to live so damn far away? Oh well. I hate airports. I hate going through security. I don't know why, I always feel guilty. I don't have anything to hide but I always have the weird thought that I might have a chemical weapon which can spread an unknown virus and start a zombie apocalipse amidst my stuff. Oh well. If I can't bring a bomb at least they are nice enough to grant me a knife on board. Muahaha. I'm not joking they really did.
I've been sketching... Nothing much, though I'm still recovering, and I still use it as a stress relief. I don't have the inspiration or the urge to make something really great. But since I left Portugal I finally feel relaxed, maybe I really had to take a break from what surrounded me back there. Even family and boyfriend. I miss them but my well being screams for rest and meditation. It screams so loud that I can barely feel/hear other feelings like yearning. I have this thing in hotels, it's like a ritual and i'm sure I am not the only one. I love to take immersion baths ( don't know if this is correct I hope you get the point) fill the bathtub with hot steamy water, listening to relaxing music and... The rest is history. :]
I hate this plane to Alta. It's far north of Norway. And the weather sucks big time. It's a place where it has daylight for 6 months and night for other 6 months. Probably this was the last time I enjoyed a good NIGHT of sleep. I won't have any night from now on until June.
Sorry to not upload the photos in the right order. I'm blogging on the phone because I'm lazy.
See ya next time
