Twenty happy toes meeting on a rug. Over a woolen rainbow far from the city’s smog. Sharing happy toes’ secrets, laughing in the night. Hoping to hold forever to the other’s toes tight. But toes come, and toes go, it’s really a sad story… And I hope someday, your wrinkling toes will remember and miss…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Today, I am going through pictures of my first trip to Denmark… I could have chosen a hundred other places for this post, but I remember promising Sonofabeach shots of a lighthouse I visited while in North Jutland. Rubjerg Knude Fyr stands on the edge of the clifts bording the North Sea, and offers an amazing…… Continue reading Random Danish memories…
After a long night of hard work, I was going through my morning routine. As most people were getting ready to start their day, mine was about to end. I was sleepy, already wearing my pajamas, and I had just fed Poupine, my good old Persian cat. I was getting into bed when I noticed…… Continue reading Just another Tuesday morning…
I have a bagful of good memories from my three visits to Denmark. One of my favorites, is the day I spent in Fyn Island with a dear Danish friend of mine. After packing a light lunch in Svendborg, where my friend used to live, we went on a cruise along the shore, before…… Continue reading Random Danish memories…
Today was quite special. If you’ve been reading these “Out of Africa” posts, you know that I have lived in Guinea for five years, about thirty years ago. In the small town where I lived (Kamsar), there weren’t a whole lot of us, expat children. We were forced to learn how to get along together.…… Continue reading Out of Africa… (6)
If you live in North America, you know that life here, has become a race. Men, women and even the youngest children live in a perpetual rush. You wake up, rush to get ready, rush to get the kids to the kindergarden, or school, rush to get to work, rush to get the job…… Continue reading Out of Africa… (5)
I always loved learning stuff. Ok, with the exception of a couple of complicated maths and physics classes I had to go through in college, back when I aimed to become an eye doctor. (I don’t remember where in time, I figured ophtamology was a cool thing, and why…) I didn’t become an eye doctor…… Continue reading Out of Africa… (4)
I don’t have kids. But I do have friends and co-workers who have children, and it seems to me that today’s kids are very bored creatures, in general. At least compared to when I was their age. I don’t know what happened with creativity, but I am under the impression that it is now an option…… Continue reading Out of Africa… (3)
I am a woman. Shocking, I know. But as a woman, I long struggled with my image… I don’t mean to say that men don’t worry about how good they look, but unfortunately, I still believe to this day that a man can be attractive to women no matter what he looks like, if he…… Continue reading Out of Africa… (2)
I mentionned a couple of days back, that I lived in Guinea for five years. Some people seemed interested about my experience, and I thought I could start a couple of short prompts about my life in Africa. I have a lot of clear memories of my time spent abroad, but I think it would…… Continue reading Out of Africa… (1)
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