Friday, July 7, 2017

Birth

Dream Come True: Plitvice Lakes, Croatia 30.06.2017

This post is meant for my Birthday which lies in the middle of the year. 
However, Five months down the road and I have never felt this lost or directionless. The immediate concerns that pop-up are: One - I don't have a job which leads to number Two - I don't receive income. But matters with money don't really matter. I've been holding up with the challenges I'm going through to focus on the obstacles before me. However, I am only human and week after week, I just overcome a puddle of emotions after the other. I've lost and been defeated. It's tragic. It probably is the so-called "Quarter-life Crisis" or whatever. Then this makes it my Second and even harder one.  I've reflected back and realized that I've never stayed too long in one place, job or country. For the last 3 years I've moved from Manila to Dubai, to Doha and now currently in Hamburg. I've had 4 different jobs, one of which included flipping burgers at McDonald's. It's been one helluva ride. 

BUT I also can't deny to myself that coming here is actually a dream come true. For the years I was growing up, I always wondered when would we ever get to come back? Hence, this. I've always wanted to speak more languages and infuse the German language back into my system hence, I ended up with Goethe and Berlitz in my search engines. Every year it was included in my Bucketlist to - learn a new language! Sometimes I think that our beautiful Universe is playing tricks on me and says "Isn't this what you wanted?" And she did give me what I wanted, but probably in a way I never thought it would. So if there is one crucial thing I've learned thus far is to - be careful what you wish for (coz you just might get it). 

Inspiration is everywhere! And I need not to go far when my favourite Kim Jones' shared her inspiring talk here in Morocco. Her topic: Passion. As timely as it is, I am personally facing suffering. We all do. I suffer the consequences of my passions and actions. I suffer being away from my family and everything that I love. When you are passionate about something, you have to suffer for it. But why? Shouldn't what your passionate about make you happy? And it's explained in a very simple lexicon. Because you see - passion in Latin is actually to suffer, to bear. We have to endure despite of unhappiness, fear or pain. No matter how contrasting these ideals are, they always go together. It's a process. From a personal experience - A goal, a dream or a destination bears no meaning without being born. We must suffer for passion. Passion is in the Pursuit.

I do enjoy my Deutschkurs which is running until November. (After which, don't ask me what I'll be doing) It's challenging and could sometimes get intimidating to talk. But with that, I am at the same time making new friends, re-discovering a City I used to live in and re-learning a Speech I used to speak. It has been so far a beautiful experience learning a language and actually living it. And who knows, I might write texts auf Deutsch here soon!

There are times when I want to go back to the days when I was just dreaming and only starting to chase after them. I want to believe that this is a time of re-birth. A time of starting all over again. I'm on the verge of discovering what happens after the dream. What happens after making a dream come true? Then I remember through one of my favourite Disney movies, thanks to Flynn Rider who advised: Well, that's the good part, I guess. You get to go find a new dream.


Thursday, May 11, 2017

Como




...And we took off early to Lago Di Como jumping off of trains and enjoying the view is already THE adventure itself. Our journey brought us to a little town tucked away from the city. Como is a small Province just a few minutes outside of Milan which borders the Swiss Alps and is home to the village of Bellagio. The weather was cold and foggy and the cobble-stoned streets were almost covered with fallen autumn leaves, which set the tone to this quaint town. The atmosphere that surrounded us took our breaths away! The lake docked with little boats and the hillside bestrewn with colourful houses and bistros felt like a dream come true. But, our adventure didn’t end there as we took the funicolare up the mountain to Brunate. Must we hold our breaths or take it all in?! We were viewing life from the top in all its stillness. Cue in: What a wonderful world! I felt so far away from troubles, worries and sufferings which are present in the same world we’re living in. For the first time in a long time, I had been still… 

Our little daytrip-turned-into-adventure was both a spiritual and gastronomical experience, as we didn’t leave the town without a taste of and gnocchi pasta and hazelnut gelato by the lake. I would travel back all the way here just to have a bite of that again. Now, as I am writing this, I am on a completely new journey. Unprepared but moving on. Unsure but trusting the path. I believe this is a chance to fulfill my other dreams now. I just pray to God that no matter how far I go, how lost I’ll be, or how broken I can get, He’s with me on this adventure. Because He has said, “ I know the plans I have for you…”




Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Milano


Oh Italia never fails to surprise me! And she does not run out of surprises either. This post marks my first entry for the year and (sort of) sets the tone for more dreams to be pursued. This story is from back in November when winter was already seeping through the Northern Hemisphere and Europe is preparing for that time of the year! My first ever trip to Milan holds a lot of firsts as I explored the city and it’s outskirts with mio cogino as my passeggero onboard! Just like the rest of the crew, we had about 30 hours layover. Meaning 30 hours to spend with Milano and squeeze in to see the Duomo, grab authentic pizza (and pasta), go to Lake Como and back to the airport hotel. No, seriously.

Despite the gloomy weather, the Duomo Milano was still magical and solemn at the same time. So were the pigeons, which were too friendly to take pictures with. I cannot miss climbing up the Duomo terraces and from there appreciated the Cathedral in all it’s gothic glory along with a panoramic view of the city. It only takes a few steps from the Duomo towards the Galleria and I was searching the floor for the “Bull’s Balls" as it has become quite a strange tradition to place the heel of your foot on the bull’s balls while spinning and making a wish! Hence, it is a tradition and we are in Milan, it's a must that we bid our wishes there too! Later on, we had a lovely Italian dinner at a restaurant our very own souvenir vendor showed us and caught some sleep for our adventure the next day...