There is a little bit of magic everywhere if you just look close..

"Travel is rebellion in its purest form. We follow our heart, we free ourselves of labels, we lose control for willingly, we trade a role for reality, we love the unfamiliar, we trust strangers, we own only what we can carry, we search for better questions, not answers, we truly graduate and we sometimes choose never to come back." -Anonymous

London 2015

"Before she was unable to make a choice because she didn't know what would happen.
Now that she knows what will happen, she is unable to make a choice."

Montana de Montserrat, Spain

 

"Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just don’t want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel. You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this."

—	Did You Know  (via thisnostalgicheart)

Every day I wish it wouldn't be the last day of the summer.

Today wasn't that day.

I found my paradise taking the tram five to the last stop and hiking to the cape. I was surrounded by nature and watched and judged by no one. People should always act like they were in nature. Even in the biggest cities, even surrounded by people. The peace you get should be part of everyday life.

Then I sat on a cliff, and a Greek fisherman shouted at me from his boat to get off the cliff - I think I was higher up and more on the edge that I realized. But I didn't care. I like this kind of things - cliffs, and sea, and, you know. 

I closed my eyes and I was breathing the sea wind, evening sun caressing my skin.

Nope. Definitely not the end of the summer yet.

My so so so pretty neighborhood.

Filopappou Hill

Last days of summer.. Maybe.

Edem, Athens

I believe in pure coincidence in this world. Isn't that just wonderful? Isn't that the beauty of it, that you meet so many amazing people just by turning left instead of right or taking the longer path for change or getting lost?

Cattedrale di Como, Italy

Prague, Czech Republic

Street art in Athens

NDSM Amsterdam

Utrecht, Netherlands

WINTER 2

Oulu, Finland

WINTER

Oulu, Finland

Lycabettus hill, Athens

Nürnberg, Germany