Tag: travel bug

back to mai roots

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Questions, questions, questions. I’ve always wondered what it was that made me feel incomplete. The scary sensation of not belonging perfectly to neither the Western nor Eastern hemisphere eats me up alive and frankly, I am sick of it. I swear, the day when I find the origin of who or whatever planted the idea of “picture perfect” in my head, I will give them a high kick in their silly and ugly face that will guarantee an entry in the Guinness World Records and make history in mankind.

Picking up random tiles to complete the edgy mosaic of my very own keeps me awake since I started thinking and eventually led to me overthinking, might be actually the reason why I am such a notoriously active owl of the night. Hmmm…No offense, my dear community of nocturnal animal buddies, I’ve never had the intention of vanishing to the world of daylight for forever. But the thought of extending my skill set to multitask within the habitat of early birds as they as well belong to my circle of beloved ones sounds swell, don’t you think? Why being satisfied with just half an empty glass if you can get the half full one? Better said: How to embrace that half full one over the half empty!

The older I get, the less compromises I am willing to make which results in doing, doing, doing and not figuring out how to wrap my head around the acceptance of being. Done questioning and beating myself up about things where the answers might lay right in front of you, I’ve summoned all my courage and made the bold move of deciding that I am ready for the answers. It’s about time! And there is no such thing as bad timing, only bad organization. Wherever it’s gonna take you I thought. So, where else to better start but in the heart of my being.

VIETNAM.

Oh, did I already mention that I am shitting my pants just by thinking of all the things that I think could happen?! But then again I think of all the things that wouldn’t.

I’d rather die trying to cross this road than not trying at all (made it after the 3rd attempt)

Stay tuned and be part of my little adventures and share the love to travel! To be continued…

kissed by a travel bug

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And I think about what I would say to you right now when you were here. And I picture myself sharing with you my deepest desires, tell you how I feel. Tell you how you make me feel. About me. About you. Us. Until you understand every single element of my mind. And body. You would want me to want you. And you would never let me go.

You would never have to.

Together we rise into a firework and light up the mysterious sky. And we yearn for being the counterpart of the other, becoming the last missing puzzle piece of the other.

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Together we inflame our sparks and undress our layers of facades. We devour one another with lustful kisses and unfold our tentacles around our bodies, ready to get lost in the eternal galaxies of passion. And we burn unforgettable memories onto each other’s souls until our last glow extinguishes in the night only to be forever remembered as stardust in our hearts.

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But back to reality. I am here. Indulging in sweet moments of higher dimension and knowing that you are somewhere out there. Wandering. And maybe longing just a little as much as I do for one more.

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the neverending bucket list

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Discover new countries, their cities, its people and cultures has always been my thing. There are seriously tons of stuff out there that I would like to learn about. Even though I must have walked already dozens of paths, checked out trillions of waterfalls that at some point I stopped counting and tasted so many different fruits, herbs and dishes – and trust me, it was not always that yummy as it looked like – somehow I never seem to even get close to boredom.

Time is passing seemingly quicker with every year I get older and the annual holidays in comparison have been stuck on the same number for at least a decade. And now, with a freezing winter standing on my threshold forcing me to put on some more layers to my utmost dislike, I sneak out through the back door looking for my next warm adventure. But with every mission that I proudly checked off my bucket list, believing that the big picture has been painted a little more colorful and taken more shape, somehow it always happened that at least 2 new must do´s have been added there by default.

So I can´t help but wonder, what is it that keeps me going from one place to another? And why?

  •  Like that breathtaking waterfall you can watch from the inside while feeling the water drizzle on your face and listening to its enchanting sounds of splashing down on moss-covered rocks. I think I picked that one up from a billboard while queuing for my train ticket to Amsterdam. Or was it from a movie? Not sure…

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  • Or that lagoon where huge flocks of flamingos come together for some time of the year to mate and breed – according to that guy´s opinion which I met at a friend´s housewarming party a couple of months back. There must be something to it if someone swears by the life of his old nana that whatever you do and wherever you gonna go, you definitely cannot miss out on this trip of your life. Not sure if his level of alcohol had a say in it. But hey, it cannot harm anyone by adding it to THE list, right? The largest flamingo lagoon of the Caribbeans…or was it the largest of the world? Anyway, it´s easier to erase it afterwards than to regret not having looked into it just to discover that he had a point. You never know…

I´ve always loved to put my feet on unknown ground since I could barely walk. The urge of satisfying my desire for new adventures, discovering new places, tracking hidden hike paths, tasting yet unknown flavours, burying my toes deep down into white, red or black sand beaches – it has been always there.dsc00628 The treasures of the world are hidden for the one and only reason, to be revealed by me. That´s at least what I´d like to believe. And the thought of being Indiana Jones in my personal blockbuster makes my heart jump higher. To learn about all the other ways of people seeing and doing things. To gaze at all the beautiful animals we share this planet with. To cherish every single plant mother nature created, especially those hanging trees with their long branches hanging gracefully alongside the water as if they were mourning for their dearest friend. To understand my role in this play. To be.

Call it a drug if you want, funnily enough a legal one, capable of setting free my adrenaline rush. With every time I experience it, the hunger for it grows and so do I. And the world and I become the leading characters, living happily ever after until the next chronicle.

So comes the day when the inevitable happens, as it always does. The toxic mixture of my spontaneity,curiosity and wanderlust strikes again. I choose my own poison, and I love it. I book. Cuba. A country that has been disconnected from the rest of the world for about half a century can bear only wild adventures…

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…And while I am there, busy checking off my bucket list and hunting my beloved flamingos all over the island, another mission suddenly arises: Finding the smallest frog ever on the planet! Rarely and only spotted in one of Cuba´s national parks named after the great German explorer and geographer Alexander von Humboldt. I mean, if I am here already. And anyway it is just around the corner. Or how about a visit to the Che Guevara Memorial in a smoking hot and classy Chevrolet from the 50´s? Actually,  each on its own is already an attraction by itself. Yeah right, why not…?

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Found him! The smallest frog in the world.

 

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until i see you again, love

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Yes. I´ve done it again. After an absence of a certainly too long period of time, I could not but make it back to you. You, my secret queen of all times. dsc01944

Our story began when I was still a kid, taken by my parents to another summer vacation we´ve done surely hundreds of millions of times before. But in that particular year I was proven wrong. The moment we met everything else was forgotten.

Your beauty way beyond compare. Your ravishing look, so familiar and charming and at the same time mystic and different to the last time I saw you, still setting me on fire, not worth a try to deny it. Your distinctive smell, so seductive and tempting I could not resist but to take a deep breath to feel you in and around me. Your warm and loving kindness taking me in and sharing your multiple facets.

I thought I knew you with the growing number of visits. And again, you caught me by surprise. The thought of knowing all about you vanished the second I´ve had a taste of one of your delightful lemon meringue tarts. This sensation you create, impossible to describe if you haven´t experienced it yourself. I am graving for more. As usual. And I wonder…

At the end of the day, the moment arrives when our paths take different directions again. I am holding on to our memories by taking home a few of your delicate chocolate truffles.

And tonight, when the lights go off, you will keep on shining as you always did, and even brighter than before, knowing that you got me before I even realised. Knowing that I can’t stop thinking about you. Knowing that we will meet again.

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Until then, my dearest BRUGES, I´ll think of you with nothing but pure love…

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