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. 

Gamla Orangeriet

Gamla Orangeriet

Stockholm favorites, part one / 20th November 2014

Gamla Orangeriet by Marta Vargas

Since I moved to Stockholm, I try to follow a self-imposed rule which is "Saturdays are for discoveries", because this city neve ceases to amaze me and, after almost two years living here, I still discover beautiful places I never heard of before.

Gamla Orangeriet is a café located in the botanic garden of Stockholm.

That's the case of Gamla Orangeriet, a café located in the botanic garden of Stockholm. We found it accidentally in one of our Saturday walks around Bergianska Trädgården and, since then, it's one of my favorites. 

At the end, is this feeling of the unknown which keeps me sticked to waking up on a Saturday morning, grabbing my coat and leaving home. And how wouldn't it be if at the end of the journey there's a café in a greenhouse waiting for me?

Desde que vine a vivir a Estocolmo intento seguir una regla auto-impuesta que dice que "Los sábados son para hacer descubrimientos", porque está ciudad nunca deja de sorprenderme y, después de casi dos años viviendo aquí, todavía descubro lugares preciosos de los que nunca había oído hablar.

Gamla Orangeriet es un café situado en el jardín botánico de Estocolmo.

Ese es el caso de Gamla Orangeriet, un café situado en el jardín botánico de Estocolmo. Lo encontramos por casualidad en uno de nuestros paseos alrededor de Bergianska Trädgården y, desde entonces, es uno de mis favoritos.

Al final, es esta sensación de lo desconocido la que hace que me despierte un sábado por la mañana, coja mi abrigo y salga de casa. ¿Y cómo no iba a serlo si al final del trayecto hay un café dentro de un invernadero esperándome?