Happy Films.

Summer Moodboard.

To be honest, for me this is the worst summer I ever had. Why? Every day I wake up with the idea that I have to finish that thesis and some exams in august and for me that's a heavy burden as I'm not your regular all planned and scheduled study girl (not asking for pity here). While normally during summer (resits or no resits) I just do whatever I like (read: travelling, hanging around my hometown, being lazy, playing lifeguard at the coast,...)

But not this time, bummer. It's something that has to be done, just got to start working properly and in an eyewink it should be done. But those first steps, awww so hard. Anyways, why not make the bad times a little less worse by a cheery summer moodboard collage of all things on my mind right now or would they make things worse?

It's not all negative karma these days by the way. Yesterday I met up with the girlfriend gang from high school. It's so hard for the five of us to get together a couple of times a year as we are all busy living our own very different lives. But if we meet it's always party time, literally or not, and within the course of the evening it's starts to feel as if we're all 18 again dealing with high school drama and nothing more than that. Yesterday we took the wise decision to pick a date while we were all together for our next meet-up. Happy to announce we're going to trip Geneva (Switzerland) for a few days the end of september. Spice Girl Power coming up there, evil bitches be alarmed.

The Goodwin Project.

A young family leaving their home island, Kalaui (Hawaï) on a surf & nature minded journey crossing all continents. In the end a film will be made of all the beauty and adventure they will come across...


Watch the trailer and dream on...

More about The Goodwin Project here!

Oh mamma I want to go surfing.

This was my weekend:

Friday night: watching sea turtles laying their eggs on the beach. The females get out of the water at night to do that. We went to natural parc La Flor, we were lucky the guides told for the amount of turtles that night.
 (not my picture as we weren't allowed to scare them with flashy camera lights, but it gives you an idea...)
What did we learn? turtles DO run fast and make funny breathing noises.

Saturday Surfing.

Yummie breakfast = Carrot-muffins + watermelon-pineapple-orange smoothie
Coffee House, El Gato Negro, San Juan Del Sur.

Epic Beach. Only we were there and some other dropped surfers.

ICE-CREAM.

Maurine, Hannah and me.
2 x 2 too strong caipirinha's = more ice-cream

This is San Juan Del Sur. I Like.

If one day I have to flee the country, I know my shelter place. <3 SJDS

Epic.

It was quite an effort to get there with all the public transport hussle, luckily my travel crew could convince me to come over cause it was totally worth it. Surfing is becoming one of my  healthiest addictions so far.

My batteries are charged for a new week of thesis-battle.

In the meantime, what the heck is going on in Belgium dude? Hurricanes, storms, apocalyptical festivals? 

It has almost come to the point my heart rate rises automatically when I'm waiting for the Standaard's website to load in the morning.

Hang on there tigers!

School's out, Let's go surfing...

Just got back from an amazing weekend in Léon.
And I'm exhausted, in a good way...


Friday night after working a full week for my thesis at the "shrimpy factory", I really needed an escape from serious people. So when I woke up saturday morning I just packed my bag for the weekend and left. I managed to catch a cheap microbus to Léon, "biggest" university town of Nicaragua.

Arriving there I did what I always do when I travel, finding the most cheery hostel in town. You just got to love hostels, you meet people in no time and there's always stuff to do. This time, Bigfoot hostel, amazing hippie-, organic-, pure earth- minded place. It was again freaking hot that day so after a stroll downtown and looking to some churches and stuff, I headed back to the hostel to hang the rest of the afternoon in one of their hammocks on the patio. Napped a bit, read a bit, chatt a bit and so I met these two English backpackers Louise and Ben. We went for dinner and by the time we got back a whole bunch of hostelhippies, lost US surfers and other crazy people were ready for a party night in Léon. Music in clubs here is, let's face it, even weirder than in France. I even heard a Nirvana song in a reggaeton remix. And the mix of partying Nicaraguans and foreign people is such great fun. I had a blast.

Sunday I signed up for a day of surfing with some people of the hostel. Ronnie, an english dude, escaped his country to surf a bit everywhere and ended up as so many others in Nicaragua given surf lessons. The whole group drove in an "almost-falling-apart" van to Las Peñitas, one of Léon's surf beaches. There's nothing there only miles and miles of beautiful beach, some wooden beach houses with hammocks and perfect waves. One of the Nicaraguan families that lives at that beach, stores up the surfboards for the hostel and we could use their beach house to hang out for the day. Surfing here in the pacific ocean is nothing compared to the few attempts I did in Belgium. I felt so tiny in that massive amount of foamy water, even with a longboard. Haaa, I think I have a new addiction.

We took a quick lunchbreak and surfed more in the afternoon. 

The day just went by soooo quick and after some rest in the hammocks at the beach house we drove back to Léon and I, with two red knees and elbows of the surf adventure, catched a microbus back to Chinandega. I got to know some people at the hostel to travel with next weekends, so goodbye hotel boredom!

Tomorrow back to shrimpbusiness. We're visiting a lab somewhere in  nomansland at 7 AM madderfakkers! Don't get me wrong, so far I really like the stuff I do here for my thesis, but I get very ill and itchy of seriousness. I'm so signing up for life as a travelling hobo after university, promise made.

Luis.

Iglésia.

Basilico.

Léon city life.

Bigfoot Hostel

Chillin' in the hammock.

Paradise.

Surfs up. 

Pacific Ocean Baby

Landlords of the beach.

Volcanoes in the back.

If teleportation would exist...

... I would not lay in my bed right now next to an analytical chemistry course (Boring!) and watch rainclouds march by my window. None of that crap! I would be somewhere in a tropical country. Where after my royal breakfast(mango included!) I would ride my bike in a perfect summery breeze towards a white sandy beach where clean waves would roll onto the coast. A girl can dream.


Color my life with the chaos of trouble. [Belle & Sebastian]