The story behind this blog
A Child's Eye View
My earliest memories are the smell of the ice cream sold on the streets in Serbia in a plastic green ball. The other thing I remember is standing in the Adriatic Sea with waves taller than me, crashing down and a few older kids jumping the waves. It felt dangerous and thrilling. Something to never forget.
Thirty years later, on a beach in Seminyak in Bali, I relived the same scene through the eyes of my kids. Axel, barely two, the ocean had imprinted on his heart, a core memory taking root just like mine.
Whether we’re cycling through a new landscape or just down the street, my kids have a way of pointing out things I’ve stopped noticing: it's still raining under the trees, the hungry clouds ate the Saleve mountain today…
I’m writing not just to capture where we’ve been, but to remember to see more, feel more, and hold onto that initial sense of discovery I had almost forgotten.
When was the last time you felt like you were seeing and feeling something for the very first time?
