A Bench in Westerpark


Amsterdam, part one / 2nd October 2015


To my good friend R.

It was a sunny day of July and we were sitting on a bench in Westerpark talking about life and love. We had just met the day before, but it felt like we had known each other for years. 

The morning before, I left home early, and walking behind a lively young couple who was kissing, taking selfies and giggling around, I arrived to the Rijksmuseum, where I spent several hours walking from room to room, enjoying the freedom of choice during the first morning by myself in Amsterdam.
I was on a hallway when I first saw him. He crossed the door with his friends, our eyes met for a brief moment, but I continued my way into the gallery. He did the same, and when at some point we bumped into each I just... smiled at him. And he smiled back at me, as we continued our way into the big room. I don't know were the rest of the people and his friends went, but suddenly it was just the two of us in the gallery, pretending we didn't know the other one was there. The wooden floor was cracking underneath our feet as we were moving quietly, observing the drawings on the walls.

"Suddenly it was just the two of us in
the gallery, pretending we didn't know
the other one was there."


For a moment I thought everything was in my head, he hadn't even noticed I was there and, after all, we had just shared a smile. I left the room towards the second floor to see the exhibition of the Dutch Golden Age painters. 


Like a tourist attraction, cameras, hats and selfie-sticks filled up the room. All the romanticism of classic art was mercilessly killed with that atmosphere and, when I got to the last room to see the big Rembrandt, I suddenly found his smile again in the middle of the crowd. I laughed. He laughed. I nervously walked close to him. "Hi" he said, "Hey" I replied with a timid smile, and I kept on walking, leaving the room and him behind.

I turned around: he was gone. Why didn't I say something instead of walking away? I looked for him in the whole floor, he was not there. I went down to the place were we first saw each other, no luck. I went to the shop, to the entrance, to the big room again. He wasn't at any of those places. He was gone, and I would always wonder what would had happened next.

I gave up and I decided to leave. That had been the story I'd tell to my friends until the details faded, and he was just a guy whose name I didn't even know. But, when I was crossing the exit door, I suddenly saw him running out of the musem restaurant. "Hi!", he said, and I turned around.
"Oh, hi! I was looking for you." I smiled.
"Yeah, I was looking for you too. My name is R, and you are..."

We shared numbers. We met the day after, and the next. We talked and shared comfortable silences for hours, and its been like that ever since. Even now, every time we speak I feel like I travel to a bench in Westerpark, where I look at him, and I realize how unbelievably fragile and mighty this kind of coincidences are.

North By Northwest


A day at Rosenhill / 1st September 2015

Story by María Solares

“It’s a hippier version of Rosendal’s Trädgården”, said Marta when she suggested paying a visit to Rosenhill. That was a no brainer. Laundry was changed to 7 am and all other plans were cancelled.

A place far enough to get the feeling of escaping the city for a day

On Saturday around noon, we took a bus headed northwest, to Ekerö, a place far enough to get the feeling of escaping the city for a day. On the way, along with the changing landscape, we enjoyed our typical conversation. A bunch of tourists got off at Drottningholm Palace but we continued to Rosenhill, which may be far from royalty, but it is still a gem.  


A short walk lead to an open space where the presence of a red building dominated the scene of greenhouses and fields in full bloom.

This “traditional family farm” is also a café and a musteri. At the shop you can buy a fresh array of organic vegetables, along with some pantry staples such as honey, mustard or pickles. 

After a long while picking flowers and choosing ingredients for our dinner, back home we were busy enjoying the fruits of our labour. Vegetables were slowly roasted in the oven, while kale was prepared and mixed with red onion pickles for a fantastic salad. The conversation kept going, and late at night we said goodbye with both our bellies and our hearts full. 

The Summer of My 25s


An introduction / 31th July 2015

This trip has meant a lot to me. I have gathered inspiration from everyone I've met, every walk and every book I've read along the way. I have been writing, taking pictures, swimming in the sea. I have seen the sunrise, I have smiled at strangers in museums, I have eaten ice-cream, I have cried of happiness, I have gotten soaked standing out in the rain.

I will be sharing some pieces of this intense but beautiful month here with you. Notes from my diaries, fragments of the books I have read, memories I don't want to ever forget. Because one day I will look back to the summer of my 25s and I will think: how lucky I was of  feeling everything I felt.


Big changes bring new things so, in relation to the past few years, this summer has been special. During the month of July I have been traveling around five different cities, visiting friends in some of them, and being on my own in some others.

I have learnt a lot about myself but, most important, I have also realized how rewarding is to strengthen ties with people you feel connected to, and how valuable are the experiences you get to share with them.

I have beautiful memories of every city I've visited, memories that are directly linked to people, and I'm deeply thankful to each and every one of them.

Yoga & Breakfast

Yoga & Breakfast

A morning with Belén, Giulia and Karin / 24th November 2014

Yoga & Breakfast, Marta Vargas

Some time ago I stumbled into Belen's work and I immediately fell in love with her eye for aesthetics and her recipes.

The same happened when I visited Manos and discovered the ceramics of Karin Eriksson and her nicely selected collection of goods. Her store is one of those places you would like to stay for a while, quietly nosing around the shelves.

We are a good fit because we care about details and we make things with love.

On Sunday morning I had the oportunity of collaborating with them both together with Giulia Sansoni in a Yoga & Breakfast event organized by Belén at Karin's atelier. After a nice, cozy morning and a delicious breakfast, when we were tidying everything up, I heard Belén saying to Karin "We are a good fit because we care about details and we make things with love" and I realized that was the perfect summary for that beautiful morning. Because, as they say... birds of a feather flock together.

Hace un tiempo descubrí el trabajo de Belén e inmediatamente me enamoré de la estética de sus recetas.

Lo mismo me pasó cuando visité Manos por primera vez y descubrí las cerámicas de Karin Eriksson y su selección de productos. Su tienda es uno de esos lugares en los que a uno le gustaría perderse curioseando entre estantes.

Nos entendemos porque somos detallistas y hacemos las cosas con cariño.

El domingo tuve la oportunidad de colaborar con ellas y Giulia Sansoni en un evento de Yoga & Breakfast organizado por Belén en el atelier de Karin. Después de una acogedora mañana y un desayuno delicioso, mientras recogíamos, escuché que Belén le decía a Karin "Nos entendemos porque somos detallistas y hacemos las cosas con cariño" y pensé que era la manera perfecta de resumir aquella bonita mañana.