When I was younger, my dad used to tell me stories of his travels every night before bedtime. "When I was young in Indonesia, when we slept under the sky in the desert, when we once almost crashed in the bus in the mountains..." His stories created so many pictures in my head, and still to this day, I remember them very clearly. Little Sofia wanted to get out there and find those stories. My own stories. 

I mean - we all have those crazy, indescribable, amazing experiences, which we can't wait to tell our family and closest friends about. The stories you tell again and again, every time with as much excitement. The stories you get belly ache from laughing. Or those stories where you say "good thing we survived." 

It creates a feeling of presence, community and the feeling of "home", when we can share our stories and memories with the ones we love. And is that not why we go out in the world? To experience, create friendships, memories, new perspectives - and stories. 

Well, for me it is. When I travel, it can never get too crazy. I do everything for the plot. When I am old and gray, I want to sit with the feeling that I did everything. I had the most fun I could possibly have. I took chances and risks, and while some of them went really badly, others gave me memories for life. Stories for life. 

With that said, welcome to my travelblog