lovely lund

And on a pale blue Monday, three of the four friends hopped on a train to Copenhagen, leaving Lund behind.

ystad in grey

the art of smoking fish

Ah Scandinavia, where smoking fish is an art form. Smooth, salty salmon, crumbly fish eggs and creamy mackerel, all washed down with a beer by the sea. Who knew heaven was in Smygehuk?



Smygehuk is famous for being the southernmost point in Sweden, but to me, it's all about the harbour's fiskrökeri— the fish smokehouse!

the friends you fly for

Ever since we moved to the outskirts of Istanbul, things have been quieter and increasingly isolated. Friends were now two hours away, and the idea of facing the brutal traffic keeps everyone where they are. But then there are the dear friends, the ones you will fly for. The ones from home, the ones who know you— and I've been lucky to gain a whole host of new friends through Pedro. Pedro has good people.



You need good people.

order and calm

Lund's sense of order and its spotless streets left us in awe—everything was so clean and precise! We had taken a little trip to Sweden back in the autumn to visit our dear friends P and P, and were blown away by how everything just worked.



Even the town's university pranksters managed to select the most appropriately sized cucumber to fit in the hand of Carl Linnaeus, outside the public library.



And the library was actually quiet! Lattes at a nearby café were decorated with foam animals and hearts (mine was the bear). How simple and elegant everything looked, and how calm! Sweden felt really good.