At last in the alps, and it was a joy to enter these Mountains. I hadn´t realized until now seeing it for real how the plains of Southern Germany are related to this wall of mountains towards the south. It was like architecture, the green floor and the dark wall. Entering the mountains was also a spatial experience as mowing through a gate and becoming part of the shapes, the valleys always leading you further into something new, and not least tempting the curiosity about the places seen just in a glimpse from the train, a sidetrack climbing a mountainside before it enters the hole of tunnel, but where does it come out?
Fiordilatte - my favourite italian ice-cream, first tasted at Lido outside Venice. It melted in my mouth, refreshing with the taste of norwegian fjords under a hot sun after swimming in the salty sea. This also became the gateway to a world of italian ice-cream. It is possible to survive anywhere in the world just remembering the taste of FIORDILATTE.
Viser innlegg med etiketten Interrail. Vis alle innlegg
Viser innlegg med etiketten Interrail. Vis alle innlegg
11 november 2011
Istanbul fashion
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