Food For Thought: To the moon and back

My parents’ house is in a very remote area on top of a mountain in Carinthia. It’s so far away from anything that there’s not even a bus going there. When I was a kid I sometimes wished I lived in a bigger city, where I could meet up with friends whenever I wanted. No doubt my Mom did an amazing job bringing me to school and dance school and playdates and what not all the time. And luckily enough I was allowed to get my driving license when I was only 17 years old. So it wasn’t that bad after all… But the older I got, and the longer I lived in cities like Vienna, Milan or Salzburg, the more I realized what a privilege it is to live in a place surrounded by nature. Being able to sleep with your windows wide open and the only sound you hear are chirping birds in the morning is pure luxury to me. Whenever I spend a weekend at home it feels like a little vacation – I literally just eat, sleep, laugh lots with my family, cuddle with our doggies, go for walks, and repeat. Plus, the internet connection is so bad that my phone doesn’t work for most of the time. What was a major problem for me when I was a teenie feels like the best gift ever nowadays. Here a some pictures I would like to share with you from on of my last weekends at home over Easter. If you take a closer look you’ll see the traditional Easter bonfires shining in the dark. Looking at this view I fully understand why my parents choose to live in a place surrounded by nothing but beautiful nature. When I was younger, I could have never imagined to live there one day… but looking at this view know, I’m not too sure anymore. How did Van Gogh say so well?

“I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”