“Dua te jetoj ne mal!” was my status a while ago, which means literally “I want to live in the mountain!”.
I was driven by the idea of escaping the “modern” world, from the system that fuels it. System, we, people make happen everyday. Like it or not, I am part of it myself, so I wanted to escape from me. The part of me that is driven by vanity, envy, jealousy, competition, ambition and I don’t know other words, synonyms ending in “tion”.
Continue reading Never ending competition
I have been a tourist
, but my aim is to become a traveler.
This last weekend in Montenegro was refreshing, being on the road, feeling the hot sun, and the warm breeze enveloping my face, messing up my hair, tangling with my colorful earrings. And my desperate attempt to look like a airily, fancy model (wanna be), failed… miserably, but it doesn’t matter, it was fun trying to speak fast with my head out of the window. It felt like driving in the air. We could see the crystal clear Adriatic sea right beneath us.
We stayed in Kotor, incredible and mesmerizing. The sea, the landscape, the old town, all in one. Could I possibly ask for more?
The next day it was Herceg Novi
It was the first time and it wouldn’t be the last,
when I visited Rome
back in 2012. I stayed for a month back then, but due to my busy work schedule I was only able to enjoy the city on weekends. It felt rewarding though, working hard all week and then replenish my energies sightseeing, find and explore the artisan ice cream spots. The more the merrier. Eating granita
till my head hurt, my teeth getting numb and I could barely feel my tongue! There are some things, that wherever you carry on doing, will always remind you of something in particular. Those little habits remind of Rome.
It is not just about the Piazzas, nevertheless they are amazing, Piazza San Pietro, Piazza del Popolo, Piazza di Spagna or the museums,La Fontana di Trevi and so on… it’ s about the city itself. Despite being constantly busy, 24/7 awake and very much alive there is something about the place that feels so unique to me.
I literally fell in love with the little corners, little piazzas and fountains, with the small and simple yet so refreshing caffe’s and snack bars. I fell in love with the narrow streets so ancient and the chilly goose bumpy alleys which felt like luring you to hear the echo of some horror story of a few centuries ago, the very idea of stepping over the so old stones holding a history of their own. I fell in love with street artists coming from all over the world and the handmade jewelry, instantly ready to your taste.
Continue reading When in Rome…
At some point in our lives, we ask ourselves “What am I going to do with my life?”. Some of us ask that question at 18, 20, 25 or even later… don’t get me wrong here, not that age doesn’t matter (does it?), but that’s not the point.
Sooner you ask, better? Sooner you “know” better… right? Hmm… slow down buddies, it’s not as easy as it sounds; becaaauuuuuuse a long list of “if-s” comes straight forward knocking on the door.
Now I am 27 and I am still struggling to “know” what am I going to do “When I grow up?” Too young? A bit too late, maybe not to have figured it out yet? It’s never too late and I’ ve been told some stories about it (I will share, promise)
I must confess, firstly I am doing this for myself.
Sometimes I wonder, all the things I know now, wish I would have known in my early 20s. Continue reading At some points in our lives