Swim Practice

Oh, my archives seem not to be getting any smaller with the pictures I still have to show you. Anyhow... Earlier this spring, Lukas was practising swimming. I videographed the practice so that he can also see how his technique is and whether there's still some room for improvement. Here are some photos of that day.

Summer in the Alps

In June, when Scandinavia and Lapland were roasting under the sun, it was cold and miserable in Austria. Luckily, the weather got better in July.

The playful kittens made sure that there was enough action.

Along with the baby cats, barbecuing, meeting friends, sun bathing and swimming were involved.

Having a lunch at the restaurant Freihof Sulz.

And while others were working on the roof tops...

... some of us were spending the warm summer night by having a blast at a cabin the locals call Maisäß. It is the Vorarlberger version of a summer cottage - without the lake, but with a view over the Alps. Generally, it consists of some folk music, good food, beers, great company and, of course, the view.

After the sun set, it was time to head home, and in a few days, back to Colombia. The Indian summer was over for me! Snif.

Champagne & Strawberries

For this long silence I have only one excuse that should serve also as an apology: summer.
Summer first in Finland, then in Austria, then in Finland again, and then in Austria. Of course, everyone understands that during the summer when the sun is shining and the fresh cut grass smells in the neighbourhood, there is no time to sit inside and type some silly old blog. That doesn't mean I would have forgotten about you! No, never.

But now I am back in Colombia, where my days are less busy and I have time to type as much as I want. Besides, remembering the warm summer days back home warms me up inside out in the chilly Bogota. Brhh!
There are also a few picture-loaded posts of events that took place during the first trimester of this year yet to be shared with you, but I will get back to that eventually.

First, I will show you the reason why I was not seen here in the blog world, and maybe you'll understand.

Needless to say, I am a summer child. Born in summer, alive in summer. There's nothing like the Finnish summer (well, the Austrian summer gets pretty high in the ranking, too, but more about that later). What is your favourite season?
The summer 2013 mostly consisted of beautiful summer days, little furry rascals, some DIY-projects such as painting and terrace construction, spending time with family and friends, celebrating, to name a few.

Now you'll forgive me? Can you think of anything better?

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And then...