In Northern Scandinavia it’s been pretty amazing skiing lately. Nordic and free skiing. Almost the midnight sun already, and the record amounts of snow.
Haven’t been there myself, but I have heard about it and seen the pics.
Many have also learned to bake a very tasty looking sourdough bread. Not me though. But I have seen the instastories.
(What I have made is pretty good tiramisu though. With the help of Massimo Bottura’s Kitchen Quarantine. And bought exceptionally good spelt bread from my local bakery in Engelberg.)
For some, it’s been their normal everyday activities in their extended backyards. For others, innovative ideas resulting from the corona times and lockdowns. And for me, it’s been something to keep me sane. Something to keep my hope alive.
So keep those sourdough and Lyngen pictures coming, please. You are allowed to enjoy your life and show it. Tell and publish stories about it. Especially now.
You don’t need my petitions nor advice. Yet, I wanna write about this. Because last weekend (again) I heard a comment saying one shouldn’t publish a lot of nice outdoor pictures now.
Like the above mentioned. Or especially similar to mine. The pics and videos and stories from my awesome backyard in the Swiss Alps. In where I the past month walked, biked, ran as safely as possible, keeping min. 2m distance to other people, and avoiding groups of more than 5. As the rule in Switzerland still goes.
Things like these shouldn’t be told about loud now, comments say. Because “those remind of people that those things exist” now.
Now, when traveling to those isn’t allowed. Now, when everybody should stay home and safe. Now, when many (here I would also like to say everyone though) struggle a lot.
Sigh. For me, it’s been amazing to see how my friends – and the not even friends but just people I follow in (social) media – cope with the current circumstances. All around the world.
It’s been more than nice to just see people going on with their lives, everyone on their own way. Keeping going on. Like it was before Covid-19 and like it will be after Covid-19 (if that time ever comes).
(Btw that Patagonia Storm Racer Jacket’s been the best purchase for outings in pouring rain, and the running in pouring rain is still one of the best things ever. Right after mountainbiking in sunny spring days, when all the fields and alpine pastures are full of wild flowers, which is also more than good for the bees . *no ad just honest opinion. )
And especially now it’s nice to be able to do it with the good distance. No touching, no hugging, no standing closer than 2m. No spreading the virus even by accident. Just through social media, or similar, with the help of the technology and good ideas of past and present.
Now, my family in Lapland is happily skiing in Lapland. Other one I know is working hard in home office under tight lockdown in Barcelona. Third is baking bread in Malaysia. Fourth is biking in the Swiss Alps, like me. Fifth is finding creative solutions for handling the own home office and homeschooling of kids.
Sixth has just moved into new house with marvellous big kitchen and sauna. Seventh tells daily how her work and especially funny meetings in the home office go.
Eight, me. I am healthy and adventuring in the mountains, yes. But I am also unemployed, poor, living alone in a less than 20 square meter flat with no oven nor separate rooms. Sauna I can only dream of, as long as the public saunas in town keep closed for the restrictions.
Yes, my pictures from the mountains might show a happy life in the mountains, which it kinda is. Tempting even. Tempting to travel, tempting to visit, tempting to get out yourself too.
But you know? So does the freshly baked bread of the friend number 3. The beer after sauna of the friend number n. The work meeting which results in writing an ok amount bill, of a creative entrepreneur I follow in Instagram. The dinner shared with the family living in the same house of whom the one food blog tells about.
I would like to have those things too. But I don’t. And that’s life. Not perfect, but pretty ok still.
Therefore, please people. Take notice of the good things in your life and please tell me about them. (If you like to, don’t need to if you don’t like to. But if you do like to, please do it.) With insta posts and stories. With messages. With live streams and calls. Etc.
And the same goes to businesses and organisations. Tell me what you can offer, how’s it going, are you there for me with your products and services, or are you not. Is there something I can help you with? Or if you just want to let me know it’s the goodbye for now and maybe we see later, maybe not…
I wanna see your smile and smile back. Of course you may also tell if it’s not going so great. Maybe I can help. Or maybe I can just say that its good and bad here too.
We are in this together. We really are. d
And maybe some day I have the oven, in which to bake the good sourdough bread made with the help of your tips. Until then, I make another patch of tiramisu. And run these awesome backyard trails in rain and sunshine.
Because it’s great and makes me giggle. And giggling is always good.
Where: Engelberg, Switzerland.