Friday, 11 April 2014

J for Jamaica

Sad to leave the lost city of the Incas? Well, I promised you an unforgettable adventure today, and that's what you will get! My friend Jazz is from Jamaica, but has lived in Mumbai for the last 3 years, with her husband Rick and 1 of their 2 daughters. She has most kindly said yes to take us along to her home country, Jamaica! (Thank you so much, Jazz!) So, get your things together - off we go!

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When my dear friend Eli asked me to do a piece on Jamaica for her Blog challenge – I was delighted, I am always eager and happy to tell anyone who will listen about my island paradise. Although I’ve been a non resident since 1994 I go home each year to recharge my spirit. Before we begin please turn your speakers up start this video and let the music of Jamaica wash over you as we take our tour.


Jamaica is a tiny island only 4,244 sq miles (10,991 km²) with a population of approximately 2.7 million people… that’s 18.3 million less than currently reside in Mumbai where I am presently - but it’s a little country with a lot of heart. It may be tiny to some but it’s the third largest island in the Caribbean and it captivated the colonists when they first saw it… it was dubbed XAMAYCA by the Spaniards who briefly had control of it which translates into “Land of Wood and Water”

On the outside looking in it would seem that Jamaica just naturally has all the makings of an island paradise… sunshine – check, beautiful beaches – check, great food – check, good music – check, good rum – check… what’s not to love? But I can tell you that the thing that will have you going back to Jamaica time and time again is it’s people. Fun loving, easy going and friendly – as the popular advertisement says, “Once you go, you know”

Many things go into making Jamaica and Jamaicans the flavorful people that they are… think of a big pot bubbling on the fire and throw in some strong African flavor, now add some European coloring – not nearly as much as the African but enough to make a noticeable difference… Now you want to add some East Indian and Chinese spices to the mixture and just a dash of the Middle East… What you’ll create in that pot is something spunky, spicy, flavorful, full of attitude and uniquely Jamaican. It is only fitting that our motto is “Out of Many, One People”

The official language of Jamaica is English – this is what is taught in schools, but many Jamaicans may say it’s too confining when trying to express our true feelings, so you’ll find that most Jamaicans speak a mixture of both English and patois. Patois is a local dialect with English and West African derivatives primarily but its inflections are unique, different and very colorful.

Much like our dialect, Jamaican food reflects the diverse mix of ethnicities – and you can sample an array of mouth-watering dishes representative in the roots of at least four continents. Spicy and original, infused with a bit of our personality - not to be missed is the delectable Jerk chicken, grilled over an open drum and infused with the most aromatic and tasty local herbs. Don’t forget the fried fish and festival; curry goat and grilled lobster just to name a few.



You will always need something wet to wash down all that good food and my Jamaica does not disappoint; home to Appleton Estate, which produces, some of the finest rum in the world, the biggest decision is not what to drink but when to stop.  J Be careful if you go for a tour of the estate though – they have thirteen different varieties and you are allowed to sample them all – needless to say you will probably leave a lot happier than you arrived.




We also brag that we produce the best coffee in the world – not being a coffee drinker I can’t cast a vote myself – but the trip up the mountains to the Blue Mountain coffee plantation is worth every breathtaking second.


One thing you don’t want to do while in Jamaica is stay indoors… Raft down the river, climb one of the many waterfalls, dive from the cliffs in Negril, nighttime reggae party on the beach or just lay around… Jamaica is a tropical paradise and outside is where you want to be!





Much of what I’ve described might sound very touristy and you might be wondering  “well what do the locals do”  - Jamaica does have it’s other side, children go to school, adults work, we are home to three universities and have a thriving business sector but when work is over Jamaicans do play and they can be found enjoying any of the numerous things I’ve touched on in this piece.  There are upsides to living on an island paradise ;) Additionally the party scene in Kingston (the capital city) on the weekends could rival a scaled down version of New York City. The choices are many and partygoers go hard until the sun peeks its head over the horizon…

And that brings me to our music…  Reggae music has been one of the farthest-reaching elements of our culture… If you say Jamaica or reggae music, many people will undoubtedly respond – Bob Marley, or maybe if you are from the younger generation Sean Paul  - technically the newer evolved form of Jamaican music is called Dancehall and the older beat with a more steady rhythm is what is known as reggae. Reggae music when it evolved was all about social injustice, love and religion – giving voice to the many struggles that Jamaicans have faced over the years and as such it resounded with the youth at that time. It found an international voice as many UK stations played it over the air during the 1970’s. The most well known reggae artist to this day is Bob Marley and although he died in 1981 his music still resounds with each ensuing generation because his brand of consciousness still speaks to people of all ages.

The most important thing to remember about Jamaicans is that they love to laugh, they’re laid back and they can always find the lighter side of life… this is demonstrated by many of the more popular sayings that we have for example you may ask a Jamaican “how are you” or “how is life” and they will respond “everything is Irie” – it means it’s all good, everything is fine – another popular saying is “no problem man” , it doesn’t mean we have no problems – it means I choose not to let my problems ruin my life… it’s all good – no problem – life goes on – take it easy – everything is Irie…

In Jamaica if there is one motto we embody it is One Love, One Heart, One People  - Out of Many we are One…  no matter what their ancestry a Jamaican will only identify themselves as Jamaican  - not African Jamaican or Chinese Jamaican or Indian Jamaican – we are all simply one people, we are Jamaicans. And once you come to Jamaica you are no longer a stranger but a friend

Thanks for tagging along and I hope I’ve managed to bring Jamaica a bit closer to you in some way, take care now and as we say, “walk good”
Thanks dear Jazz, for showing us your Jamaica:-) 

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Please also check out Jazz's blog Jerk Masala. Some great written pieces there:-)

Well, I don't know about you, dear reader, but personally I thinking of jumping off this tour-the-world-in-26-days, and just stay put here in Jazz' s Jamaica.. Seems like a pretty awesome place to be, don't you agree? 

If (and I repeat IF), I manage to get on that plane and leave that little country with a lot of heart, I will end up somewhere starting with a K tomorrow. But only IF... 

1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination tomorrow. 

Thursday, 10 April 2014

I for Incas

So, we have left Hong Kong behind, and traveled off again - this time to discover a wonder of the world, just like I promised you. Because today we are visiting the lost city of the Incas. I have never been there, but I am dreaming of going. And I hope you are not afraid of heights, because we are climbing high up in the remote Andes mountains in Peru.

And there she is, dramatically placed on a mountain edge over Sacred Valley, 2430 meters above sea level: The lost city of the Incas, Machu Picchu. Ever since I was a curious kid, and secretly (and way too young, mind I tell you) let the Conquistadors' tales keep me awake at night, this place has been on my want-to-visit-list. The scenery seems awesome and the ancient history and mystery coming to live here, makes it high up on my bucket list.

The city of the Incas is called a wonder of the world and is a UN World Heritage site. The Incas built it around 1450, probably for the Inca emperor Pachacuti (1438-1472). It was built in classical Inca style, and is the most important symbol of the lost Inca civilization. The city was however abandoned a century after it was built because of a Spanish conquest (ahmy ruthless conquistadors).

The historian and explorer Hiram Bingham is credited with finding the abandoned site and for bringing it to international attention in 1911. The site contained mummies and temples with various artifacts, and the stories and theories of the significance and mystery of both the items and the life in the city itself are many and colorful.

The place has become an important tourist attraction for Peru. Many of the buildings have been reconstructed so the visitors can get an idea of how the city originally looked like. The restoration work continues to this day.

So, dear reader, a world wonder today with ancient history and mystery. That makes it a dream destination for me. I hope you are ready for more travels?

You don't wanna miss the flight to tomorrow's destination. Mark my words. Get ready for an adventure you will not forget easily when we fly off to a little country with a lot of heart...Get ready for J...    

1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination tomorrow. 

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

H for Hong Kong

I didn't have much of a choice. You see, my H was the first letter popping up in my mind the very minute I jumped on the AtoZExpressTrain. My H just had to be for Hong Kong. Yes, I admit, probably a bit colored by our recent Hong Kong adventures, but really - what a dream destination it is. So, even though I was immensely sad to leave the Golden Temple behind, I am thrilled to be back in Hong Kong with you.

So, what to do first? I suggest we kick off our day by taking a stroll in the busy streets in the central parts of the city, so colorful and vivid, and with a fascinating mix of old and new. Hong Kong in a nutshell - with old temples, fashionable shops and new skyscrapers side by side. There will be a lot of people, but it somehow doesn't seem crowded. It is all very organized and the streets and pavements are very clean. And then the restaurants, oh the restaurants.. Let's taste some dumplings at a street stall and then go for a yummy Chinese lunch. What do you say?

Then, let's take the tram up to Victoria Peak to enjoy the stunning view overlooking the city. The choices are many in HK, so whether you like culture, history, shopping, Disneyland, Madame Tussaud's or just strolling along in solitude at the sea promenade or in the busy city streets Hong Kong has something for you. It's a fascinating east meets west metropolis.


So, I hope you enjoyed our express Hong Kong day? If you want to come back, do check out the city calendar before you go, because there is a lot going on here all year round. You don't wanna miss any of those bright, colorful noisy festivals, I think. Check Discover Hong Kong for more information.

And if you want a good-read on Hong Kong from the eyes of an Indian Expat there (oh yes!) - let me recommend my friend Amelia's blog Chai - A Cup of Life. She just featured a guest blogger: Palka Chopra who is writing about her Hong Kong. Lovely read, I tell you, and so interesting to explore Hong Kong through her. Check it out here: Hong Kong - A City For Everyone.

But let us finish our HK day with a refreshing stroll along the very well made sea promenade. Do you feel that sea breeze in your hair and see that neon skyline on the other side? It's great isn't it, just walking here and preparing to travel off to another destination....

Oh my, this 26 day's world tour is getting busy, but I do hope you enjoyed our Hong Kong day? We are soon off again however, and tomorrow we are going to a true wonder of this world... I...  is coming up...

1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination tomorrow. 

Tuesday, 8 April 2014

G for Golden Temple

So, we are leaving the green and peaceful Faroe Islands, and I promised you some glitter and glory today didn't I? Well, I will keep my promise and take you with me to a dream destination of my own. A place I had longed to see long before I moved to India, and the urge to go there has just grown stronger and stronger.. Yes, today we are headed back to India and to the magical Golden Temple in Amritsar, Punjab.

Living in India has brought me new insight on religions and cultures I knew little about before. One of them is sikhism. The more our sikh friends have shown us about their way of living, the more fascinated I have become. It seems now un-avoidable for me to visit The Golden Temple, Harmandir Sahib, the holiest shrine for the sikhs. I know I just have to go there.

Now, of course, the newly discovered diva in me is beyond excited just by the whole Golden theme idea. Is it really gold? Wonder how it will shine? Must be magnificent.. Huh, can you believe that lady?

On pictures, the temple looks like a pure vision - with white and golden stone walls it is mirroring itself in the water surrounding it. It glitters and sparkles and looks so beautiful (the Diva gets ecstatic..). The temple was built in the 16th century in the unique sikh architecture. The holiest text of sikhism, the Guru Granth Sahib, is always present inside the temple which is visited by over 100,000 people daily.

I find our sikh friends to be very inclusive and open, as is their religion. The Golden Temple has four entrances, from all four directions, to show that all people are welcome here. No matter where you come from or what religion or belief you have. So, in a way, the Golden Temple is not only a sacred place for the sikhs, but also a symbol of human sisterhood and brotherhood and equality. Every human being is welcome in the temple to seek spiritual solace and religious fulfillment.

So, dear reader, that is a destination I dream of traveling to. One day... One day....

I hope you enjoyed the journey to the Golden Temple? Tomorrow I will lead the way to a place that I have already visited, but to which I would not at all mind going back to! Anytime! H......... here we come!

Until then!

1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination tomorrow. 

Monday, 7 April 2014

F for Faroe Islands

We have left the pharaohs behind, and I am just as exited as you for today's destination. My friend Leila Lofti has kindly said yes ( Thank you dear Leila! ) to take us with her to her home country: The Faroe Islands. A guest post today in other words. Leila has been living in Mumbai for the past 6 years with her Swedish husband Mikael and 3 children, all of them adopted from the same orphanage in Malad, Mumbai. They will leave India in June, which will be a sad moment because after so many years here, the love for India has grown solid and strong. When leaving the Faroe Islands, Leila also left behind her clinic for physiotherapy, but she has practiced her skills as a volunteer at orphanages here in India ever since they arrived, and has made a huge difference to so many children. Please welcome Leila, dear reader, and Faroe Islands: Here we come: 


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I am going to share with you some delights from my country the Faroe Islands. In 2008 we moved from a city there with 20.000 inhabitants to Mumbai with over 20 millions. Imagine the contrasts?!

Faroe Islands is located 600 km from Norway, 300 km from Scotland and 430 km from Iceland in the middle of the warm Golf Stream. It consists of 18 Islands, with a population of 49.000, living in a climate so unpredictable, that you get the feeling Vivaldi composed “the four seasons “ in the Faroe Islands. You can experience frost in the morning, sun at lunch break and be blown away in the afternoon by gusts of autumn wind. 

Today The Faroe Islands are self-governed within the Kingdom of Denmark, but not members of EU. We have our own flag, Merkið, and our own parliament, Løgting, name derives from the ancient Viking word, Althing, the national parliament. The official language is Faroese, derives from Old Norse. Most Faroese people speak Danish, as well as most of  the other Nordic languages.

We belong to the northern part of the hemisphere, where you can hear children´s play outside at 11 pm summertime because the sun sets so late and where you in the late winter months in the dark nights are entertained by Aurora Borealis, the northern lights. 
A July morning view from our kitchen window

The capital is Tórshavn, with its 20.000 inhabitants. The main industry is fishing which includes farmed salmon recommended by many food experts as the world’s best salmon because of the Golf streams beneficial effect in the sea. In many of the best restaurants in the world, you will be served sushi with Salmon from the Faroe Islands. 

Natasha, our oldest daughter, making sushi with Faroese salmon
You will find about 70.000 sheep grazing in the Faroese mountainsides, eating the fresh Faroese grass, so far not polluted. It is tradition to wind-cure the food that gives it the special Faroe Islands aroma.
Outside our kitchen window
Faroe Islands, where it´s people have learned to live by the slogan given by the British who occupied the islands during World War 2, The Land of Maybe, because it is the land where you definitely will feel alive, where you surrender and discover what it means when Nature Rules............

Finally I will share with you a favorite song of mine. Enjoy listening to this video by Elin Heinesen who is also singing her late father’s Jens Pauli Heinesen´s song with Prague Philharmonics. Jens Pauli Heinesen is a writer from the Faroe Islands, and by the way, also my father’s double cousin:-)


Bye from Faroe Islands! Leila with her two daughters:-) 
You can get more information about the Faroe Islands here: Visit Faroe Islands

And as for hitting the world news in 2015... Oh yes. Do not miss the Total Solar Eclipse in the Faroe Islands in March! The Faroe Islands and Svalbard (in Norway) are the only two places in the world where you can experience the total solar eclipse. The Faroe Islands are preparing for some major celebration following the eclipse. But hurry if u plan to go - the hotels are filling up...

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I hope you enjoyed Leila's Faroe Islands, dear reader? I so did, and would like to thank you again, Leila for sharing your dream destination here.

Tomorrow we are leaving the peaceful nature of the Faroe Islands behind, and setting out for new shores. I can sure promise you a spectacular and kind of glittery scenery when we travel off to G...

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1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination tomorrow. 

Saturday, 5 April 2014

E for Egypt

A mysterious event occurred some years ago in my hometown in Norway. At an Egyptian art exhibition at Bergen Museum, it seemed like the small Shabties statues were moving around by themselves. People went crazy, the museum had never more been more visited, and journalists with cameras spent night after night on the cold museum floor to monitor the mysterious actions. Un-explainable, as I can recall..One of so many Egyptian mysteries...

Because, after playing around in Disneyland yesterday, Egypt is waiting for us today. A dream destination of my own, as it has always been. Ever since I was a kid, reading about Nefertiti and Tutankhamon I wanted to go. I dreamed of (like a diva) to welcome a new day from the top of a pyramid ( yeah yeah!), and to sail happy and worry-less down the Nile, just like just another pharaoh.

I longed for the mysterious Sphinx and to ride a camel into the Valley of the Kings. Yes, even after countless nightmare-nights after watching of The Mummy, Egypt was calling my name.


Pic from wikipedia.com
She still is. Calling my name. Being as she is on my Not-yet-been. Want-to-go-dream destinations list. The ancient mysteries of Egypt attracts me deeply, and I know that one day.. One day I will be there. I hope.

Tomorrow Sunday, we have an atoz-challenge-free day, but for Monday - pack your bags dear reader. I am so exited to travel along with you to visit a very unique place - that will probably hit the world news in 2015... It starts with an F...

Until then have a lovely weekend, and thank you for coming along on my vivid expeditions:-) The best travel-memories are the ones I share with others:-) Ta ta!

1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination on Monday. 

Friday, 4 April 2014

D for Disneyland

- And then I said to him: If you wanted a divorce you could just tell me so, nah! My friend giggles - can you believe it? We went on honeymoon to Disneyland! Who does that? Everyone I know go to beaches and romantic places. But no. We went to Disneyland. Surprise! And not only that. He dragged me straight up to his favorite ride: Space Mountain. Me!! Who had never taken a roller coaster in my life. I thought I was going to die. I puked in a garbage box. And that's when I told him: - if you wanted a divorce you could just tell me so.

So, from Cappadocia yesterday to Disneyland today - but a dream destination? Yes, for some it is. Not sure if it was my honey mooning friend's dream destination, but I am pretty sure it was her husband's. But let me assure you: they are still happily married - 24 years later, but the Space Mountain adventure was never repeated or talked much off.

Disneyland. The magic land of Mickey, Donald, princes and princesses. My own never-forget-memory of was in Florida we met this small group of kids from a hospital. One of the parents told us that they were in Disneyworld as a part of a programme "make a dream come true"- or something. These kids were seriously ill, some of them life threatening. But the image of their smiling faces was imprinted in me.

My favorite part of Disneyland is seeing the kids' joy. My kids or other people's kids. Kids of all ages. And whether in Florida, Paris or Hong Kong: they have the same joy and excitement. While some parents.. - not so much... It is joyful, colorful, crazy, intense and a tiny bit shallow, possible stressful...

But sometimes to just let it all go and follow that childish dream you carry inside .. well, it might take you to Disneyland? And who knows? Maybe it will turn out to be a quite magic dream chase..?



I hope you enjoyed our childish dream destination today, dear reader? Our next destination already awaits you, and I can promise you a mysterious adventure of a lifetime when we tomorrow take off for E... 

1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination tomorrow. 

Thursday, 3 April 2014

C for Cappadocia

So, we have left Banganga tank behind, and traveled far away again in both space and time. You see, in 2009 - The Greek, The Greek's father and I went on a road trip. The 3 of us set out from home ( Kavala, Greece), and drove east to Turkey: first to Istanbul, onward to Ankara and then further south... to Cappadocia. It turned out to be one of the most memorable trips I have ever made.

The amazing scenery of Cappadocia will take your breath away. I promise. The deep Grand-Canyon-like valleys, and the intriguing history of the inhabitants living in the hills. Yes, whole villages were made inside the strangely shaped mountains of the area. You can actually follow steep stairs down until you are 7 floors under the ground. I did it... But - NOT a good idea if you have as much as a hint of claustrophobia... Below 2nd floor we were more crawling than walking ( in not very elegant moves, I'll tell you) through the narrow tunnels deep down under. Puh!
A village in Cappadocia - yes, people lived inside these mountains:-)
The most emotional part of our trip was re-discovering the village, street and house that my father-in-law's father and grandparents had to leave in the 1920' in the population exchange between Turkey and Greece. You see, most villages in this area were populated by Cappadocian Greeks, and after they left, some of them were taken good care of by Turks, but others fell to ruins. We stayed at a small pension that used to be a house owned by Greeks, and the Turks living there now had taken good care of the past, so it was a moving place to visit.
Breakfast (with tea) at the pension  - with father-in-law:-)
The table was made of an old door to an ex-Greek home.   
Picture at the pension - from when the Greeks packed up and left..
It became even more emotional when we visited the village that my father-in-law's family had abandoned. Walking down a muddy street, looking right and left, seeing some houses, a barn, some goats and some local ladies watching us from behind some fluttering curtains in the windows.... Walking there side by side and suddenly realize that: yes, this has to be it. The remains of the house they left behind, so many years ago. Only ruins were left of it. It was so strong and special - to be part of this journey to the roots. This dream of being where the ancestors had used to be, had become reality. Sad, yes, but also a relief. We had been there now.  
Cliffs, hills and village in Cappadocia. 
An old abandoned Greek monastery. A scenery like nowhere else.. 
Well, following our dreams may lead us to unexpected destinations, right? And for me, who was more in it for the ride really, it turned out to be a dream-chase I will always remember and cherish. I hope you enjoyed coming along (maybe with the exception of the 5 floor below ground..?) Tomorrow we are going somewhere quite cheerful, and it starts with a D......

1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination tomorrow. 

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

B for Banganga

So, yesterday we went all the way up to the Acropolis but today we are not traveling very far, at least I am not. Today I am taking you to one of my favorite places here in Mumbai: the Banganga tank at Malabar Hill.

When I first went there in 2012, it was love at first sight. Walking down some steep stairs and taking in the whole scenery of the narrow streets around the tank, all the temples, the trees, the people, just feeling the peace and quiet... And then sitting down at the stairs, looking at the water, hearing people talk around me, and get this intense feeling....  of both sadness and happiness.

You see, Banganga tank is one of Mumbai's most holy sites. Since it is said that the water here comes from Ganges, it is considered sacred and with healing effect just like the Ganges water. People come here to remember their loved ones who has passed away. You can see groups of people sitting on the edge, dressed in white and often with shaved heads (White is the color for mourning in India) - letting small packets of memories float off on the water or swim themselves in the sacred water of the tank.
(Almost) car-free alleyways surrounding the tank... 

So, the legend says that the spring was created by an arrow shot by Rama (the hero of the epic Ramayana), and the minute the arrow hit the ground, water gushed from the ground, creating a tributary of the Ganges. Therefor the name is Banganga, the Ganga created on a baan (arrow).

To me, this place has a unique atmosphere. Sitting there, getting all dreamy and melancholic while philosophy-ing about life itself is what makes the Banganga tank a dream(y) destination for me. I hope that you enjoyed coming along with me as well? And stay tuned, because tomorrow we have a high up and down below destination when we travel to C....

Until then!

1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination tomorrow. 

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Tuesday, 1 April 2014

A for Acropolis

- I'm sorry. I can't stop. She is sobbing apologetically and smiles at me through her tears. - It is just - I am so happy. This is a dream come through for me. I smile back at her and give her a hug, patting her sweaty back. - It's ok. It's ok. And I look up. And the sun is glittering through the proud marble columns, coloring them almost gold-ish. I am a tour guide in Athens, it is late afternoon, the heat is intense and I am holding on to a sobbing sweaty tourist who has seen her dream come alive in front of her eyes. She made it to Acropolis.

So, off we are, on this 26-days-around-the-globe-journey, and: welcome to Athens, dear reader! For me it is a must see, and maybe even more so for the tourist lady who had saved money her whole life to make her own dream of seeing the Acropolis come true. I will never forget her. Because at that moment, I also felt the magic. Behind the hoards of tourists, lines and souvenir stalls and beyond the blank ruins, empty temples and dead statues. It was there. I felt it. I felt the amazing wonders of this place, made by bare human hands under the rule of Pericles in the 5th century BC. So many centuries ago. And for so many years the presence of Acropolis with the mighty Parthenon temple has been felt all over the city of Athens. It lives on. Eternally.

Pics from google.com/wikipedia
So, humble and moved, feeling surrounded by the wonders of ancient time, I go for lunch with one of my Greek friends. I excitedly tell her the story about the tourist lady following her dream. - Huh, she giggles, picking in her salad - I have lived in Athens all my life and I have never been up at Acropolis!
 
Aha. Dreams. They are never where you expect them to be, are they? Or at least our dreams are to be found in very different locations, that's for sure. Well, let's see where I'll take you tomorrow dear reader. All I can say is that it is a place packed with emotions... starting with a B...:-)

Until then!

1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination tomorrow. 

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