I love to travel. Traveling for me does not mean only traveling to exotic new places far far away. It means being in a slightly different place than home. Sometimes even the backyard will do for the urge to move to new landscapes. This weekend I traveled little further than backyard but did not go across the borders of my homeland Finland. Here – in the middle of the forests of Ostrobothnia – I listened the loud silence that only nature can offer. Ruska, lake and hand picked lingonberries. That is what good weekends are made off.
Next Thursday I will tell you how the Postcard Project is going. Hugs and smiles until then.