I love walking so much that “just a quick stroll” turns into a marathon. I can go out for bread and come back three hours later with impressions, tired legs, and possibly no bread

Dancing, walks, and series are the perfect combo. During the day I explore the world, in the evening I explore plotlines, and in between I dance like no one’s watching. Though the neighbors seem to be aware

I’m a girl who dances everywhere: at home, in the kitchen, in line. Sometimes even without music - there’s just a hit playing in my head, and suddenly I’m in a music video

Movies and series are a whole separate universe for me. “Just one episode” is a lie I believe every single time. It usually ends at sunrise with the question, “Why is everyone asleep?”