Fishop is a fish restaurant in Tirana, one of the moment’s hot spots, so that’s where I could be found yesterday at this time.
The place is very cozy and welcoming, not some ridiculous fancy restaurant, where a certain dress code is mandatory. Nope, it was very sweet with a cute, simple furnishing, a bit dark as a matter of fact, but still nice. It’s pretty clear that the guys who run the place want to stand out by making “Fishop” a real brand. I think they are succeeding, because it’s becoming huge in popularity. Well done guys! Thumbs UP.
Due to the raising popularity, in case you want to go, you will necessarily need to book before hand. On Sundays they are open till 7 pm. If you think that going during some kind of happy hours you will be lucky enough to find some free table, you are dead wrong. We had booked the day before for a table, at 4 pm, which is not exactly your usual time of having lunch right? Yet, when we got there, it was full. No exaggeration, it was FULL.
I visited Podgorica this Sunday. Besides the pleasure of going to a place where I had not been before and finding a new reality, I also realized that I tend to underestimate the pleasure of little things that make me feel alive.
This means, that it really doesn’t matter where I go, what matters is to take the initiative to do things I like and that make me richer; richer with experience, knowledge, memories and last but not least also happy.
The little trip was tiring physically, but refreshing mentally… eehhmmm maybe not the right choice of words, but just trying to say that it was wonderful and it filled my heart with joy , especially Podgorica’s Niagara waterfall.
True, that I am not the typical outdoors person, specially when it comes to nature. I have underestimated nature’s effects on mood and thoughts, lately. Probably because, once it was much easier to connect with nature and because my days weren’t as busy with work and everyday errands I have to run, as they are now.
It’s not always that easy to keep up with our busy lives.
Work schedule. School or university schedule. Personal life schedule and so on. So many errands to run and sometimes it feels so little time, that we barely manage to breathe.
This post is not on how to schedule or what to schedule. Our lives are so dynamic that there is no way we can make a fitting guide to meet all our needs. What works fine for me today, won’t work tomorrow, the important thing is to have a few tips to make scheduling easier.
The many of us, repeat the same thing over and over again. We are eager to learn. I am eager to learn, because I have so much to, so it’s imperative for me.
Thing is, that the learning process is not always smooth and quiet, don’t get me wrong, if it was always that easy, probably I would have learned less and less hehe ;p I am kind of a sucker when it comes to difficult stuff (And I still ask myself: “Why am I always getting in trouble?” Go figure! -_- ). And again, don’t get me wrong I have my moments, I break, I cry, I complain, I whine but the thing is, the final and ultimate thing is, I don’t bend. Not that I am saying it for pride or anything (ok, maybe just a little) but it’s still a matter of fact.
My dear friend says: “Sto comodo se sto scomodo!” which in English means: “I am comfortable when I am uncomfortable!”
But I decided to quit so, I need to focus right now.
How do you cope with death?
Why does it feel like this question plops and sinks?
You learn eventually, to cope with life, life is always difficult but it takes longer, so you adjust and evolve as you have no other choice, get ready for the next challenge, a bit harder. Jump little rabbit, yeah, just a bit higher.
Have you ever thought what’s it like to be another person?
Quite often when I am walking or when I take the bus, I find myself looking at other people. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder about their lives, their backgrounds, their current situation. I am curious to learn about their dreams and expectations, their hopes and most importantly their thoughts and feelings.
The title might sound a bit confusing, since we often read articles about:
Why people read? Why some of us love to read? Why should we read? What are the benefits of reading? And so on.
However I have never truly nor seriously explored the reasons why some people don’t read or don’t like to read.
I won’t list reasons such as lack of time, honestly that’s bulls*** . We all have very busy schedules, but some manage to find the time to read 50 pages/day and thinking of which, it’s not even that much to ask. So stop making up excuses, if you don’t like to, or don’t want to just say so, there is nothing wrong with it.
I have my moments as well, you know. But I get back from the hiatus, as I feel the urge to read again, as like my soul misses something essential to breathe and my mind feels poor and depleted.
Ok, then enough with me and straight to the point:
No need to rush, Marsia takes the fashionably late concept to a complete superior level. So I can roam on my own for a while, enjoying wind‘s futile attempts to block my steps.
So born on 1935 huh… this means she’s like 80 years old… and she looks so young… I didn’t get it, so her parents died soon after Alessio left? And the fire she was talking about? She lost the journals, now that’s a pity, I would have loved to take a look at them and take some notes… Notes… oooohhhhh how troublesome, the editorial, I don’t know where to start.
Ok, so it means that I will work on it, while waiting for Marsia… if only I could actually concentrate…
“TESOROOOOOOO ECCOMI FINALMENTE!” Marsia exclaims, and all heads turned in our direction. Perfect, just perfect.
Ok, so today is Friday again… (dduuuhhhh… a cycle with a 7 day frequency yada yada) and I thought that I can help you a little bit with some other tips on… heels? Wearing them or not?
Before I go on, let’s make a deal; since on Fridays I also update my novel Italian ChaT (today Part IV :D), next week I am switching these kind of posts on Thursday. What do you think? (Oh, I am having so much fun with this blog thing!!! \oo/)
The thing about Monday-s? All “hate” them. Almost…I don’t really, because I never was attached to week days. Besides, previously my part-time job, meant working on weekends as well, and my day off could be in the middle of the week. So the weekend was not really what you can call a sanctuary to me.
But I see, the usual ritual becomes the eternal deja vu repeating itself, every single week, that’s why I am writing this post, on how to deal with Mondays and how people Can’t wait for Fridays.