Brief Escape in Rome

We flew to Rome to celebrate a particular milestone last year. S deliberately planned something abroad so that we could focus on the occasion properly. I didn’t admit this at the time, but I was so grateful that he did because this brief escape gave me the opportunity to catch my breath in the midst of a very busy time at work. I felt a sense of relief similar to resting on the side of the boat after a tiring swim. I was probably free-diving deeper than I should have been, but I thought I knew what I was doing at the time and dismissed his concerns.

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Naples: Sunsets and Memories

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We made it back to our favourite spot once again. It was a much needed pause especially on my end because I was so busy filling my mind with new experiences, people and conversations.

It made me happy going back there despite Christmas being very different that year. Our hearts felt heavy with memories but we were able to release some of them with a smile with every sunset we saw.

Sand trickled through my fingers as we talked. We were quiet sometimes, not because we ran out of things to say but because we didn’t have to. We spent time together preparing ourselves for 2015 and rebuilding our lives around the events of the past year.

I was eager to get back to what I was doing and S said something which I thought and said that I understood at the time. It actually took several months after that day for me to take his words to my heart and really realize what he actually meant.

Note to Self: Hope

It was just us there standing by the viewpoint on a sunny afternoon at the Cabo de Gata-Níjar Natural Park in Spain.

I could hear the waves, the seagulls and my heart beating. I should have been scared of the unknown waiting for me at home once this road trip was over but instead I felt hopeful.

I found hope as I looked out to the horizon because I finally understood the purpose behind the magnitude of the battles I fought up to that point.

Fast forward to today, I find myself foolishly forgetting this every time I stare at the peak that I have to climb once again.

I know that I’ll get there eventually. I also know that when I do, I’ll be smiling like the time these photographs were taken because all this right now will finally make sense.

Please remember that.

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Finding Food and Parking in Toledo, Spain

We headed south from Madrid and arrived in an ancient city called Toledo. It was an impressive place perched on top of a hill and surrounded by a river. It already looked and felt heavy with history as we drove into it to find a parking spot near our accommodation. We knew we couldn’t drive into the city, but we also didn’t know that everything was reserved for locals only.

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Thankfully, the lovely owners let us park our rental in front of their building for the night, but if they didn’t, we would have had to park our car very far away. After consulting the tourist map that the man gave us, we found one public parking area located down the hill. Although there were escalators and a public bus to take you up and down the hill, we were so glad we didn’t have to waste our time and energy worrying about that for just an overnight stay.

In contrast to the big and modernized Madrid, it was when we arrived in Toledo that we discovered how different our tummies ticked in comparison to the locals. Restaurant kitchens didn’t serve hot food for lunch until it was Continue reading

Change, Loss and Madrid in September

I was faced with inevitable changes during September last year. The dominant factor was an anticipated but unwanted one. It came as a heartache which I could feel to my bones, but the weird thing was that I still continued to function. The seconds kept ticking and the world kept turning despite feeling like the world inside my heart has stopped. That’s the crazy thing about loss.

I think it’s when you finally register the fact that life still goes on despite what happened, is also when you finally stop fighting to keep old memories, but shift your focus on building new ones alongside what’s there.

I think it’s good to breathe the air of new places and see new things to start such a change.

The weather in Madrid towards the end of September was very nice. We didn’t plan anything in terms of what we were going to do or eat but roamed the streets of this vibrant city using only our stomachs as clocks and noses for direction.

Our time in this city marked a beautiful start to our getaway from what September offered us.

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