Within this labyrinth of narrow bridges, cramped courtyards, twisting canals and shuttered squares, is a living, breathing city, ideal for a short break.
It was too short in my case, nevertheless a wonderful dreamy experience. It was middle of summer hence too many tourist flocking the city making taking a decent photo almost impossible.
As soon as we docked I found it hard to tame my wanderlust. It was like being thrown in disneyland and told to sit in a chair all day. Although it was impossible to see Venice in a day as it is built on more than 100 islands, I explored as much as I could and where my feet could not go, my eyes strolled through. There were no cars or roadways, just canals and boats.
You can briefly tame lust, but you can never satisfy one person’s need to wander.
Sunsets are proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully.
– Kristen Butler
There is only one sun, and although they may look the same, sunset in different places feels slightly bit dreamier than the other. Such case is the sunset in Santorini.
What else do you do if you only have two nights in this place? Experience the sunset in different perspective. Literally waited for hours for each. In Fira, the capital of the island, I had to order a fairly expensive meal to get a seat with a very good view. In Oia however, had to stand for almost 2 hours as massive crowd of sun worshipers arriving every second. Had I moved a step or two I would have lost my unobstructed spot. Although the photo gives no justice, I promise you the calf muscle pain was worth it.
the sunset in Fira
“The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color — oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples…”
― Anna Godbersen, The Luxe
“Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient winding medieval streets–as vast and indestructible as nature itself.”
– Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire
I fell in love no doubt and started picturing myself living a Parisian life. Walking the cobblestone streets with my fur-baby. Passing by those creamy century old buildings with swoon-worthy balconies. Morning coffee in al-fresco cafes, with those mouthwatering pastries.
One of the deals I found online is a 2 hours ride tour within the streets of Paris in this 2 horsepower car… and to our delight the french driver was also a guide and oh boy he was hilarious too.
“Paris is a museum displaying exactly itself.” – Jeffrey Eugenides
The Lourve Museum is like a city on its own. It’s massive and has over 380,000 art collection although apparently only 8% is on display. I’ve read that it will take you at least 48 hours if you view each piece available to the public for 2 mins. Well, we could only allot 2 hours, so we soaked in as much as we could. Impossible to be honest, as everywhere you look, including the floor and ceilings are all feast for the eyes!
This is me promising to come back to spend a day or two inside Louvre alone.
“The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay,
I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café.”
-Oscar Hammerstein II
A perfect timing. That was what happened a year ago. I was bitten by the travel bug and has been restlessly wanting to go somewhere. One night I stumbled upon a cheap plane fare to Paris and an unbelievably cheap 8 days Mediterranean tour package from Paris-Switzerland-Italy-Paris. Was working freelance which meant I own my work sched. I let myself sleep the night through but as soon as I woke up I started booking and organising hotel accomodations and tour packages. Two weeks after that my cousin (who also has an itchy feet 😄) and I was off to an adventure.
We basically had only 2 days in Paris so I opted for a hotel only a few walk away from Eiffel Tower. Paid extra for an early check in and late check out — a tip, when you have a tight schedule and a long haul flight, it is luxury being able to shower and power-nap upon arrival from and before heading to the airport. Another tip, buy skip-the-line vouchers for Louvre Museum, Seine River Cruise and the Eiffel Tower. They are worth every penny when you are press for time, plus having a local tour guide is an experience itself.
First itinerary was to get a bird’s-eye view of Paris, and what better way to do that than through a 300 m wrought iron lattice tower.
it was like seeing a long time crush for the first time
having brunch while waiting for our Eiffel Tower tour to start
Then off we went for a cruise along the 777 kilometer-long Seine River…. but only a part of it of course.
On our last night in Paris…. although tired from hopping on and off a bus from one city to another, I couldn’t just sleep without seeing the tower glitter in glory…. and I was not disappointed ❤️
this will be a reminder of the seven years i would lay on the grass worry free of snakes… yes New Zealand is. In a few days i’m moving to Melbourne, Australia and i hope i’ll get to crawl, sit and roll over the ground and never meet any of the (at least) 140 species of the venomous creature. So help me God.
My current state of heart (inspired by the empowering text written and published by the great Portuguese Author, José Micard Teixeira)
I’ve never been someone who puts other people’s perception of me above my own or my family’s. I do not breathe to please.
I noticed I have simply lost the patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature.
I no longer waste time on anything that irritates me, or simply anything that connotes negativity.
And though I was never a crowd pleaser, I found no desire to be liked by those who do not like me, loved by those who does not love me, nor smile to those who do not want to smile at me.
I shy away from people who lie or want to manipulate and people with inflexible personalities. I do not want to be in the same room with, nor even wants to hear anything that plays pretense, embodies hypocrisy, and dishonesty.
I find it harder to stand pedantry nor any form of arrogance and most certainly uncomfortable with any kind of gossiping, coercion and comparisons.
To me there is no thin line between loyalty and betrayal.
And though I get along with people who know how to give compliments and word of encouragement, exaggerations give me the creeps.
I do things for my own pleasure with absolutely no regard to cheap praise. I have not become arrogant (I do not have a reason to be). I just simply found a new freedom. Freedom to anything that waste my time and does not deserve my patience.
All I know I stumbled upon this side of cyberspace because of my love for reading. Then the raw emotions got me hooked and eventually found myself narrating my own.
I do not want to admit that I am writing to escape, but I do find myself here whenever I am jubilant or experiencing inner havoc. Maybe it is an escape. Or an expression. Or just plain boredom.
Thus my “what is this about” reads:
the metamorphosis of every experience into literature.
my haven when life gives me the middle finger.
the chronicles of simple cosmic events.
a witness to every orgasm.
for all intent and purposes, this is a story of my life
this is what will bring me back and somehow will remember me by.
this is where i will bleed and heal.
it will be manic and depression evil twins combine.
i have labile spontaneous erratic thoughts and emotions.
i have occasional thought salad.
it will be i, me and myself.
so consider yourself warned.
If we were playing flash cards, and you show me inspiration without batting an eyelash I would utter “mom and pop”
though it may sound biased, let us just say i am one grateful daughter who in spite of living in a rather harsh world, i get to experience everyday what love should be like. they are not perfect, just enough kind of cool, not too strict and not too liberated. a perfect combo of lovers slash partners.
Black and White
Thick and furry
Fast as the wind
Always in a hurry
Couple of spots
Rub my ears
Always comes his name he hears
Loves his ball it’s his favorite thing
What’s most fun for him? Everything!
Great big tongue that licks my face
Has a crate his very own space
Big brown eyes like moon pies
He’s my friend till the very end!
Taken after my pompom’s first haircut… boy that was too short for my liking. I learned to give specific instruction to the groomer since then. This is also one of the rare moments I get to snap a close up, he rarely keeps still and these days he looks away just before I get the shot.
Thorns may hurt you, men desert you, sunlight turn to fog;
but you’re never friendless ever, if you have a dog.
There were wave after wave of sadness. Circumstances may not have been my own but caught the best of my state of vulnerability. Death seemed to have lurked around my network and took prey on a friend, friends’ parents, friends’ relatives, friends’ unborn children. These, teamed with my forever-homesickness and piling frustrations from work that brought me in the brink of losing my passion, found me in an emotion where life seemed incomprehensible. I wallowed in sadness. My tears too shallow that even rock song lyrics will make me weep. I was walking onto a ledge called giving up.
But even then i knew sadness is ok. My heart needed to break open from time to time so that life can seep in. It allowed me to take a back seat and appreciate what is in front of me. What i have. Who i have. Where i am. Who i am.
I remembered life was meant to be simple. We are born. We live. We lived (and hopefully leave a good mark).
I began to hear the sounds the world makes again, the breaking waves, the whipping wind, falling rain and chirping birds. A moment as simple as walking along the beach basking under the sun with my four-legged baby became a bliss. I am back to consciously making it a point to spend time with people that makes my heart sing, and made distance never a hurdle with everyone only a video call away. Taking one day at a time to appreciate, to give gratitude, to smile and simply breathe.
I may be feeling in the dark right now. This is simply a reminder that nighttime ain’t too bad and won’t last long, and that it’s not what you have on the outside that glitters in light, it’s what you have on the inside that shines in the dark.
<Wellington LUX is a free public light festival that turns Wellington’s waterfront and laneways into a captivating celebration of light, art, technology and design-http://lux.org.nz>