Eight: Do something crazy about my hair

...or moderately crazy. You know, something that won't prevent me from having a job that pays taxes. You must know, that the only piercing I have is my ear lobes, I've never had a tattoo, and the craziest colour I ever dyed my hair was copper (badass, right?).

Seven: Make a moss graffiti

I can admit that this dream is a little bit on the edge, but I've been amazed by this technique since I saw it for the first time. I get the point of graffiti artists. Some of them. I mean ARTISTS, not blokes who are tagging everything because they have nothing better to do. I also understands the owners of the buildings. Renovating a wall after it's been covered with a graffiti costs fortune, and it really really hurts to see a shitty painting on a new or freshly renovated building. When I saw a (very low quality) Lithuanian graffiti on a wall of a house in Warsaws old town, I felt like I wanted to kill those guys with bare hands (They were nice enough to put their website address as a signature. Douchebags).

On the other hand, seing a nice, colorful, surprising piece of art in a grey, sad and dodgy part of the city is super nice. It means that there are passionate people, who spend their free time improving their skills and making the world a prettier place.

I don't remember when and where I have heard about a moss graffiti for the first time, but I would love to make one. I need to think about it more, I want the technique to reinforce the message, it also has to be made in a right place.

Six: Walk El Camino de Santiago

I was 14 when I heard about El Camino for the first time. A higly spiritual friend of a friend decided to run away from home and walk to Santiago de Compostella. The kid has been caught in Germany and delivered back home, but the idea of El Camino de Santiago got stuck in my head forever.

Basically, it's an ancient pilgrim trail, known since the 9th century. The Way of Saint James has many starting points. The most important ones are in France, but one can start from many places, such as Tallin, Istambul, Hamar, Arhus or Lagos. An important part of the trail is Via Regia, a medieval trade road going from Russian Novogrod to Paris. The end and the aim of the pilgrimage is a town of Santiago de Compostela, which is believed to be a place where Saint James the Greater is buried. (It's also believed that he has been miraculously transported there from Jerusalem, in a boat without a crew). In the town there is a huge medieval cathedral, with a chapel containing the Holy Grail... Well, at least one of them.

Why do I want to do it? Because I believe in walking. I've been a scout for 13 years, I was hiking a lot and I can tell you, that walking solves many problems, brings more oxygen to your brain, letting it think clearer and makes your body produce endorphines. Walking this particular trail is also breathing history. We are walking on the footpaths of Charlemagne, Saint Francis of Assisi and Isabella of Castile. It's like touching those legendary times, when people were talking, not tweeting, when they owned as much as they could carry and believed in unicorns because they couldn't google them.

Summer is here!

Summer! Homemade all-kind-of-berries-and-yoghurt ice-cream (with a ridiculously low calories level!)! Sun! Walking barefoot in the grass! (And all those in one picture!)

No, seriously, this kind of weather makes me genuinely happy, so I had to share it. 

Five: Learn to play the ukulele

I've never played any instrument. When I was in the primary, I was forced to learn how to play piano, but I hate being forced to do things, so it didn't work for me. Then I tried to learn how to play guitar, when I was a scout, but I was lacking motivation so now I can play a half of a song. I bought my ukulele in Mexico, it's still waiting for better days.

Bread and Cheetos

My frist goal was to loose weight, so I decided to try the South Beach diet, it doesn't exclude many products. First phase lasts 14 days and basically I can't eat bread, potatos, rice, fruits, coffee, tea, fruit juices and fizzy drinks. Easy, huh?

Hm... Not really. It's my third day and I'm already sick of eating eggs and chicken. Seriously, today I was forcing myself to eat a mushroom omlette. Yesterday I needed to take a long bus ride and I had to enjoy a company of a girl carrying a loaf of bread. You know, fresh bread with a crispy crust... smelling like a bakery. Pure torture! Then a guy sat next to me, and he started eating Cheetos. I love Cheetos, I'm pretty sure they add cocaine to it, because I'm a Cheetos-addict. The last part of the food-tease ride was an old lady eating those artificially flavoured strawberry cookies. Why do you people eat on a bus? What's wrong with you? There are people on a diet next to you, show them some empathy!

Ohh... I'm feeling weak and sick and it's still 11 days left!

Update: Today I'm allowed to eat a piece of chocolate. Oh. My. God. Tastes like heaven.

Four: Take a stroll down the cherry blossom avenue

This is Herrstrasse in Bonn, Germany. I found this picture somewhere on the Internet and I fell in love with it immediately.