Inês Carvalho15 Aug

Sardine season. Finally. Grilled over the good charcoal, bread underneath to catch what matters.

Piotr Mazur11 Aug

The pier. 511 metres. Walked it twice, for the journalism.

Kasia Zielińska9 Jul

Swam before the kids woke up. The water is the colour of a word I don't have.

Lena Fischer18 Jun

In Copenhagen for a conference, stayed for the light. Tomek rolled in from Berlin on a bicycle like it was nothing.

Kasia Zielińska16 May

982 metres, forty minutes of steps at the end, and a view down to the Dunajec that makes the class photo look like a mistake.

Zofia Nowak6 May

The dragon breathes fire every few minutes and my nephew still gasps every time. So do I, honestly.

Inês Carvalho25 Apr

They renovated it and I was ready to hate it. It's fine. The fish is still shouting.

Jonas Lindqvist22 Mar

Baltic at 4:40. Nobody else awake. Recorded the water for twelve minutes; the loudest thing in it was my own coat.

Rui Almeida14 Feb

Anchored off Mindelo after nineteen days. The boat is a mess. I am not.