the passion is dead, punks are not

basically – this is the post where i’m really pissed off.

when did we stop doing things for ourselves? being just as we are and caring just for the happiness?

oh, i miss those times so very, very badly! and i don’t blame age. i blame century.

i always wonder – how anyones instagram, twitter or facebook would look like if there would be no one to impress? recently i read one great quote – all our information on timelines for others appear just for few seconds, sometimes not even a blink of an eye. still – we’re struggling so hard to show the best of us, leave the greatest impression and get best reviews. can’t really decide – which is sadder – the fact that we’re trying to impress unknown people or the fact that we feel urge to impress our friends? 

lets just bring one pure smile for no one else, but ourselves

for those bicycle rides around the yard with just two random friends when no one on facebook could liked your fail in the race (sad for the winner, tho), for analog photos that only you and your best friends saw, for videos that were watched by gathering family around, cakes that were baked for eating (not teasing others on instagram). for those nights when talks mattered and stars weren’t outshined by screens. oh, i miss those times ..

right about now i’m feeling like all those good times are just blurry stories, blast from the past that are now going to be told to our grandchildren as mythical stories about some people and some times in never, ever land… at least somehow we all will be legends!




[aka ‘one epic hell of a year ‘]


I am afraid to use such big words as ‘best year of my life’, but I am completely sure that this was craziest and the most insane one (: All the emotions, people and adventures, even a glimpse of those memories make me wanna cry my heart out, because I know that year like this was only one in my lifetime and I am willing to share you my best discovery – people are great!


I’ve been doubtful for many things in my life. I’ve never really trusted kindness, helpfulness or just happy smiles. In latvian there is this song that says ‘why are you smiling today? Are you acting or waiting for someone?’. And that is how I overall saw nice people – confident that they are trying to get what they want by acting the way I could want them to.

But you know what? People are great! That is insane how many of them [oh well.. – of us] are ready to say kind words because they really see that, they really mean that, they want to make you feel better and they just want to see your smile. and you know what? That is insane how wonderful is smiling person! After all the countries, all the impressions, all the people, I can only say that smile is the best thing ever! and people do kind things, because they care! They are ready to help, ready to give an advice, place to stay, entertain you or just talk about life matters. why? Because they know – it is wonderful to spread the happiness! That is my most favorite conclusion of all <3

And that is one thing that I want to wish for every single person who was with me this year and all the rest of you – smile, be happy and make people around you happy and smiley as well! That will make the world spin faster (: Now I really know – peace and happiness are the things to strive for!

I have the very best friends and I met all the greatest people – thank you thank you thank you! Keep being so awesome! <3

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Poland, bombastic as hell

…i kept telling people – i came to poland just because… and then… well, you know, many reasons why ‘just because’. after all – like many of my fellow volunteers, somehow i got to poland by mistake. and kind of blindfolded as well. what turned out of this blindfolded journey? amazing 2 months that will be kept as great addition to my so far so wonderful year 2014.

as tribute to my wonderful friends and colleagues from poland that are missed very badly, i’ll collect here some of our quotes. be aware that most of them will be with no big sense, but i hope that at least for someone will bring up some great memory from time we spent together! just because of awareness – i’ve kept all of names for myself. if you’re recognizing yourself of someone else… – i have no idea what you’re talking about!

* 2 guys. ‘can i blow my noise in your shirt?’ – *expressive and fast ‘angry’ reaction follows* ‘i’ll blow you!!!!!!’
* i was making sandwiches, meanwhile kids are dying at presentation, but after all – it’s not africa around here, you know…
* ‘usually people start sentences with swearwords, you – with 2 minute laughter’ – ‘should i start using swearwords?’ – ‘that would be faster for sure…’
* instead of disco kids tonight will have fireworks with burning speakers
* if every day you are saying that it is your last day, one day you’ll be true!
* dangerous kurvas (spanish and polish included)
*’lets make b eerpong party tomorrow!’ – ‘we just need a lot of beer’ – ‘and a lot of pong’ #badjokewednesday
* ’my socks are smelling like socks and my scarf is smelling like socks as well…’
* drunk guy by the wall ‘i’m so hot, but the wall is so cold!’
* ’turkish people don’t understand english, so when someone is saying that we’re cleaning kitchen ourselves, they don’t understand it…’
* ’it’s so cold in latvia, so you just need to drink there’
* ’my home city is small. like half of latvia’
* ’why are they coming from klodzko here so often?’ – ‘because we have no people here?’ – ‘no, because they have no free food there…’
* ’i like to think about things. i think about them and that’s it’
* ’what’s wrong with them? why they have same shirt? are they twins?’ – ‘no. they’re just… teenagers’
* ’film a short movie’ – ‘our room is like horror movie…’
* ’how many kids we lost today?’ – ‘only one’ – ‘oh, that’s a good day then!’
* ’this could be the moment when i should stop talking…’ – ‘there always is this moment, but you always somehow pass it’
* ’there are only two places you can find cups – in the sink, dirty, or in the washing machine… although dirty’
* ’you know it’s bad when even latvians are joking about latvians’

and after all, one golden quote from beginning of our trip – just after we got out of 22 hour ride in buses and trains to poland

*’even after drinking we’re not so stinky…’



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(Or you can call it celebration of my blogs 3rd birthday)

Once I had this wonderful tradition to post some quotes or highlights from my trips. I did it with our roadtrip to Slovakia, when I went to Denmark for the second time and the first one is captured somewhere as well.. and few more times that I’m too lazy to look for… anyhow – back on track. There have been some trips meanwhile I was quiet, but this is the one that i need to engrave here for sure (thanks for being worth it!). So Germany – Munich it was!


  • First of all, you can’t come to Germany if you don’t know that women and beer you push downstairs
  • We got stuck in traffic even on highroad. Those are some skills over here!
  • You can’t meet on the internet in Germany, because internet is so slow.
  • Ieva goes into huge pizzeria to find toilet. Comment – ‘if you find yourself in train station, you know, you missed the toilet’.
  • In Turkish streets even sprite is Turkish
  • If mountain will be crushing or air tram falling down, you won’t find time to be scared, so no worries!
  • 8 p.m.? Bars? Streets full of happy people walking home from work? Oh, wait, no, you already missed bedtime…
  • *cooking some pies* ‘How it should look like when it’s ready?’ – ‘Warm’
  • And then he wakes up at 5 a.m., asks what am i doing, puts up ‘are you gonna be my girl’ and walks around the room with satisfied smile on his face ‘oh, such a wonderful morning!’ (Is it? Really?)
  • Went abroad to find out that my paradise looks like big bookshelves and huge, puffy bed. No, actually Munich itself wasn’t so bad either : )

Round, round, round it goes… so see you next time, Germany! (If you’re up for bringing me to Berlin, I’m just here!)


life through eyes of tinder

yes, i was that naive person who started to use tinder with this big willingness just to meet new random people all around me without making big effort

now i know that life works differently. and from some point i started to use this application just for checking out people who are living around me. funny, but from this kind of ‘narrow minded’ profile that everyone needs to put out there, you can conclude a loooooooooot about each individual as well as some part of society in general

so here are few of my conclusions that i’ve made while using this app. don’t take anything personally if you’re in my friend list because of fact that i met you on tinder… maybe i just should rewrite this blogs comment by its title and mention that you shouldn’t take personally anything that is written down there…

anyhow, that was not the topic. people on tinder! or this more seems like my never-ending questions about this app…

  • danes loooooooove to highlight the fact that they are tall. it is funny, but actually i believe that almost everyone who is tall, has written it in his tinder tumblr_mlrclaKVWK1so58mbo1_400profile… ’2 meter athlete’, ‘1.98 of greatness’… like really… what are you trying to hide with this?! or is this some ‘must do’ around here? what am i missing?
  • although in my search there are girls as well as guys, girls tend to be in a looooot smaller amount than guys. why? are there really more guys using this app? or tinder just chooses in my place? nothing makes sense anyways…
  • region tendency – selfies. so many selfies!!!!! and not the kind-of-normal-selfie ones, but the ones where half naked guys photograph themselves in mirrors while looking in their phone screens with eyes in insane passion… once again i’m talking about danish tinder users. that’s why i’ll call this regional shout out, haha
  • if you’re using this app while traveling – notice that it does not change your placement right away. that was the moment when i was surprised by how many italians are living in denmark…
  • people have so many identities! i bet that someone might think the same about me, but like really… in one picture you are chubby soldier, in next one fitness model, in third one father of three children. how the hell… or wait! is it willingness to fit any type of person who sees this?! but still…

after all i can be happy about this consolatory coincidence that i have noticed –  i have more common interests with people who does not have half naked selfies or comments about their height in profile… this could be the moment when i’m thankful for my interests, haha

and now i just feel willingness to share with you something that has nothing to do with anything

stay safe, guys!

p.s. i still have idea to make Q&A video one day, so feel free to express yourself >

what’s new, pussycat?

travelling and living in different places always brings something new in your life. a bit more than last three months i spent in italy and only now, when i just day ago arrived back in northern part of civilization, i realized what has changed in my life while living in italy.

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  • i don’t know how to cross the street! even thou here are not many cars by my place, i get as close to getting driven off as you
    can get. EVERY-FKN-TIME. i just go. and that’s a mistake. no one does that here. even when street is empty people are waiting for green light. i don’t even notice traffic lights in general anymore…
  • if we’re talking about native people, i am really (really, REALLLY) used to the fact that 99,99(9999)% of people, ok, i’m talking about guys, really do have only brown eyes and beards. in just few last hours i’ve catch myself in empty staring with half-way open mouth at guys who have blonde hair and blue eyes. although in italy there were many tourists, i still haven’t seen so many blonde people in one place in a looooooooooooong time. 
  • 2014-06-21 14.13.41i am saying ‘ciao!’ as ‘hello!’ and ‘bye!’ to everyone. the saddest part in it – it is not so common to greet everyone here. not in the shops, not your neighbors, not… anyone! especially they will look at you with weird look if you’re leaving shop with bright smile and loud ‘ciao!’. no. do not do that. (ieva, do not do that…).
  • timing. i was pretty sure that still till the last day italian slowness irritated me. i know that i started to get along with that, but still – needed some more time to completely calm myself down if i needed to wait for something. now i can’t catch up with people. everything is happening like each second has value of lifetime. SLOW DOOOOOOOOOWN, please. pretty please!
  • i am used to take off my clothes only when it’s at least +30. +20 does not count. you do not walk with skirts in +20 !!!!!! such an insanity…

2014-06-21 14.52.21no, actually i’m joking. it’s only +18 here now and once and again i’m the only one showing my naked legs…

  • trashes. italians are obsessed with recycling. now, when i have only one trash bin where to put everything, i often unconsciously leave some things outside just because it does not feel right to put everything in one place… then i go back and wonder – why i haven’t thrown it out?!

enough with my new lifestyle traditions for now. lifts, wind and bicycles – it’s still a thing!!! now i can live happily ever after

cheers, folks!



Happy goes lucky – story how I spited my silly karma and got lucky. Special thanks to Karīna, Lilla, Elif, Michele and Matteo in making this story possible (otherway I could be sleeping in tents by Termini right now…)

It was two weeks ago when I decided that I can’t stay in one place. Not so sure who I can consider as guilty one in this part, but it just was like that… two days later – on my way. And that’s where the story of my luck begins.

image (28) - CopyAt first I spent 3 wonderful nights at Karīnas, Lillas, Elifs and other girl place in Naples center. Despite the fact that their apartment is in 7th floor and my bag is pretty heavier than me (i like to think like that, haha), it really was a lot of fun and definitely there i spent my best time in Naples ever! All the nights out and nice stories in the morning… – I missed it a lot! Despite the fact that I still have blue stomach and leg because of running into a sign… (at least my forehead survived). Although still the worst problem is trying to remember, how the ‘sign’ is called…

While I was there I enjoyed one more thing pretty badly – their beautiful roof terrace. Keep this is mind, because there will be continue of this part of the story…

Later my silly karma (I don’t want to say that it’s bad, it’s just really silly. My karma is like little silly monkey – always somewhere here. Sometimes make me laugh, other times – gets me pretty pissed off…) So, my silly karma wanted to show me the best of Rome and made train strike. In my italian phrase book (that I bought only few days ago, although i’m in Italy almost two months) one of the ‘must know’ phrases is ‘I’ll be late, because there is a train strike’. Well, good to know how to say it! There were a lot of adventures while this happened, but even then i got lucky – met some new friend from America. Since we had some [a lot] time to wait for the next train, i heard some great stories and after all felt happy and lucky again.

image (13) - CopyWhen I arrived in Rome it was raining and I got lost (oh, what a surprise!), but after all I met my first welcoming host – Michele! since then I can’t stop thinking – how life always lets us meet the right people. I had this luck to meet him, share some amazing stories, experience life in roman loft (that was gorgeous), taste some spiiiiiiiiicy food that my mouth will definitely never forget (since I’m still spitting some flames) and after all – gain some good friendship with amazing human being! :)

Long story short – I went to Rome to look for a job and in case of getting lucky while living at micheles – look for a place to stay for longer time.

But life changes everything and not the job, but the place where to live next came first and I got opportunity to rent a gorgeous room in one of my favourite roman districts where are a lot of amazing bars, artistic atmosphere that’s crowded with students and just nice people around. What’s best – I have gorgeous roof terrace right by my place! Here we can back up a little – while I was in my last surfing place in Naples I continued to say ‘you are so lucky with such a great roof terrace and such wonderful roof view!’. I don’t want to sound arrogant, but I have view to the roofs and hills as an extra…

And just one more problem in my way to living like in a bath of warm milk (no idea why it sounds so wrong in english)… – two days without a place to live. That was the next great ‘always meet the right people in the right time’ when I talked with matteo and got chance to live with him till I get my room. Heard some experience about italian theatres and remembered my lifelong theatre directing dreams :)

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So after all I can say that by all those adventures without any direct path that I should be going I have gained amazing experience and after all – I have renewed my trust in great people! Everyone is open for some help, even the smallest one, a lot of smiling faces, a lot of good words for me after hearing my story. And it all helps so badly! I am really truly happy that I have met each one of those amazing persons and I wish everyone such great luck that I got myself!

There are people who say that you always need at least some backup plan, some backup finance, anything… I have great friends and I keep gaining new ones in the most incredible ways and that is what brought me here where I am today. And I keep considering them as my best backup plan.

And one other interesting thing – although I may not know how I will pay the rent, how long I will be here, who I will meet next or anything and actually I have much more things to worry about – I have never felt so careless and happy as I do now!

Ciao, ragazzi!

sex, drugs and rock’n’roll jeb īstās dānijas vētras notiek silo

es šo ierakstu būtu nosaukusi arī konkrētāk, bet nevēlējos izklausīties nepiedienīga. tomēr beigu galā stāsts ir par to, kā es braucu uz Dāniju, lai apciemotu Alisi. tas viss gan mainās brīdī, kad trīs traki sievišķi, kas reiz, sen senos laikos, atklāja ruma un (lēta) vīna šotu burvību (khm), izlēma atkal apvienoties un pamēģināt, kā ir kopā ballēties pēc tam, kad to ilgi nav sanācis izbaudīt… tā nu šis virsraksts no ‘Ieva Dānijā’ ir pārvērties par to, ko jūs redzat savu acu priekšā…

*‘tev putni galvā, bet ievai vispār albatrosi’ IMG_0205
*‘es vakar… ā, nē, jums neinteresēs, tas nav ēdiens’
*20 gadus par vēlu uzzinājām, ka dzīvē visam ir savas robežas
*‘ar šo man kādam laikam pietiks’ – ‘tu teici – mēs šovakar atkal piedzersimies?’
*‘jāsauc ēdienu sastāvdaļas. nu, nevis pica, bet makaroni’ – ‘eeeeem… makaronu sastāvdaļas?’
*‘tie ir dvīņi’ – ‘nē, tās ir sievietes’ – ‘sievietes nav dvīņi?’ – ‘nē, sievietes ir dvīnes !!!’
*‘tie pa labi bija labi. o, mans lifetime sentence!’
*‘es dānijā esmu tikai stundu, bet jau piedzērusies… braukšu vēl!’
*‘es vakar tik daudz alu dzēru’ – ‘es vakar tik daudz dzēru’ – ‘es vakar tik daudz…’
*‘eu, rekur izskatīgi čaļi… ā, nē, paga, viņam ir dzeltenas zeķes’
IMG_0317*pasaule būtu labāka vieta, ja dzīvē nevienam netrūktu seksa
*appīpējies cilvēks: ‘i’m so high that you can’t reach me’
*‘izrādās, ka arī krāsas orientāciju var mainīt ātri un nemanāmi…’ – ‘ātri varbūt, bet, ja tu to sauc par nemanāmi…’
*‘aizveries un eksistē klusām’
*‘gribēsiet – ēdīsiet šodien, negribēsiet – ēdīsiet rīt’
*‘kāds sakars seksam un kaviāram?’ – ‘seksu visur var atrast… ui, sakaru var visur atrast’

un beigu galā no Dānijas bija jānozūd. pēc pēdējām negulētajām naktīm un centieniem vismaz kaut kā aizvērt koferi, piedzīvojumi turpinās nu jau katrai savā valstī. kāda savas nākotnes vārdā nepieminēs šīs brīvdienas, cita sūtīs nēģerēnus uz āfriku, trešā cīnīsies ar kāzu noformējuma izvēli…

dzīve nebeidz sākties. un šoreiz tā visnotaļ tikai sākas.

īsumā par manu lidojumu uz dienvidiem >> ‘we are fully booked, so you may leave your baggage outside as well’. bet par to jau cits stāsts taps…

stāsts par to, kāpēc ieva čemodānus krāmēja

cilvēki saka: pirms lēciena padomā divreiz. es saku: lec un tad domā, cik gribi. /Ošo/

un tā nu ir sanācis, ka pēdējās četras un nākamās sešas dienas pavadu Dānijā ciemos pie Alisēna, savukārt vēlāk mani ceļi ved uz patālu dienvidu punktu Eiropā

principā ir tā, ka šis viss sākās ar stāstu iz iepriekšējā bloga ieraksta – ‘are you all so happy because you have Valmiermuiža?’

laiku ārpasaulē es gribēju pavadīt jau sen. jau 11tajā klasē (?) sāku domāt par brīvprātīgo darbu, par studijām ārzemēs (kas gan nekad nav bijis īsti vilinošs variants). tad, nedaudz patinot stāstu uz priekšu, 12tās klases beigās jau visnotaļ skaidri zināju, ka braukšu prom, tomēr tā nu sanāca, ka nekur neaizbraucu (well, manu uzmanību novērst ir viegli…), bet jāatzīst, ka arī piedāvājumi nebija līdz galam vilinoši. sāku mācīties un kurš gan visu pamet tad, kad tas tikko iesākts? es. tieši tā. nesagaidījusi nevienu no ‘normālajiem sākumiem’ (par ko es saucu jaunu lietu uzsākšanu septembrī vai janvārī… nu, vai vismaz jaunā mēnesī), sapratu, ka ir jābrauc tagad. šī apjausma man radās tieši naktsmaiņas laikā pēc sarunas ar iepriekšminēto personu, kurš teica – kāpēc nebraukt, ja var braukt?!

kopš 29.janvāra pagāja tieši 5 dienas, līdz liktenis man piespēlēja skype sarunu, kuras nobeigums izskanēja kā ‘padod ziņu, kad esi iegādājusies biļetes’. vēl pavisam nedaudz un manā e-pastā ieripoja brauciens uz Dāniju kā pāris dienu ‘pitstops’ un arī tālāks ceļš uz Itāliju

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vēl laikam tāda īsta apjausma nav piemeklējusi, ka dodos uz nezināmu vietu, viss tiek uztverts pārāk mierīgi. iespējams, tāpēc, ka nu jau arī Dānijā esmu pasākusi justies kā mājās, par spīti nepārtrauktai zāles smaržai degungalā un lazanjas piebāztam vēderam, kas pārāk bieži neļauj veikt cilvēcīgas kustības un kļūt par bezrūpīgu tūristu Roskildes ielās

bet tas nav būtiskākais. visiem maniem piedzīvojumiem noteikti varēs sekot līdzi te, šajā pašā lapā un arī vlogu es sasolīju taisīt… nu tad redzēs, kā ar to būs. līdz ‘lielajam tripam’ (un te es nerunāju par Dānijas cepumiņiem…) vēl jāizdzīvo Silo džungļos, jāsagaida arī Diāna šajā pasaules malā un visbeidzot – vēlreiz jāsakrāmē čemodāni… bet visam savs laiks! 

par to, kā man ies vēlāk, kaut kā jau ziņošu