Hi friends. I can't describe to you how incredibly heavy my heart is. Summer is approaching and I'm going NOWHERE. That's right. I'm stuck in Dallas, Tx all freakin' summer. I know you probably think I'm being a spoiled brat, but I'm not. I'm spending my summer working to save money. I'm also trying to find as many house/dog sitting gigs as possible to make some extra $Benjamins$. If you know anyone that needs house/dog sitter...let me know!!
I keep thinking about my trip from last summer, and I would redo that trip in a HEARTBEAT! I loved EVERY moment of that trip, and am beside myself with disappointment that I'm not replicating that experience this summer.
I love traveling because I love meeting native-locals, immigrant-locals, and visitors. I love hearing their stories and the why's and how's they ended up in their current latitudical, longitutiful locations. It's beautiful.
I can't fully explain why I love Paris, France, but here is a video that made my heart go pitter-patter.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
...annoying
Ok...I know I'm being totally annoying, BUT i checked my Google Reader and guess what the new Pink Pangea blog post was!! :) :) :)
(sorry for the blur)
(sorry for the blur)Tuesday, May 10, 2011
...fame...it taste sweet as suga!
If you've been reading you saw my re-post of my trip to Barbados and the explanation...well!!!!! Guess who got on Pink Pangea! <--- Go here to see me on the homepage. Here is my actual post on their page. I need to post more of my travels on here that INCLUDE my blog page. I don't know what I was thinking...I need to be more strategic!!
(Check out today's [May 11] Google for a neat animation for Martha Graham!)
(Check out today's [May 11] Google for a neat animation for Martha Graham!)
...bike therapy
It was a normal (semi-rainy) Tuesday at work when Gene came over in his helmet to give me a brief ride on his chopper. I of course said YES when the offer was jokingly suggested. After swinging my leg over his Harley (I don't really know what brand it is, but can I just call all of them Harleys???) we rode off into the daylight.
The total ride was not even 5 minutes, but feeling the wind from the open parking lot hit my face I immediately was transported to my time in Sudan. Riding on Gene's bike WITHOUT a helmet made me nervous, especially when we got closer to the main road, but then I kept telling myself, "I rode on the back of a shoddy motorbike in Sudan WITHOUT a helmet and hit MANY potholes going MUCH faster. You'll be fine in a parking lot, Natasha. You'll be fine."
After the fear swept over me I almost started crying because I missed Sudan. The last time I was on the back of a motorcycle was in Sudan. I silently rode as Gene's passenger as I tried to take in the sights. I no longer saw the perfectly cut grass, the sight of oak trees and giant, over-fenced, houses was replaced with the memory of the dry, thirsty ground of Sudan. I saw Sudan's blue sky sitting atop the brown dusty road with other motorbikes dangerously dodging pot holes and the constant flow of Sudanese pedestrians. Have you ever seen a Sudanese? There skin is truly the prettiest and darkest skin I've seen. People have described their skin as a black blue, but I didn't agree until I saw it for myself. And the height. People in Sudan are one tall glass of water. With their skin and height its like being with royalty. I still hate that I had to leave Sudan, and I miss those sweet kids.
Thanks for the bike-therapy Gene!
Bota-Bota: Sudanese taxi
Some of the sweet kids from the orphanage I was at. The one with her mouth opened usually had non-food items inside. IE batteries, bottles caps, and the occasional razor blade...somehow she never got cut!!
The total ride was not even 5 minutes, but feeling the wind from the open parking lot hit my face I immediately was transported to my time in Sudan. Riding on Gene's bike WITHOUT a helmet made me nervous, especially when we got closer to the main road, but then I kept telling myself, "I rode on the back of a shoddy motorbike in Sudan WITHOUT a helmet and hit MANY potholes going MUCH faster. You'll be fine in a parking lot, Natasha. You'll be fine."
After the fear swept over me I almost started crying because I missed Sudan. The last time I was on the back of a motorcycle was in Sudan. I silently rode as Gene's passenger as I tried to take in the sights. I no longer saw the perfectly cut grass, the sight of oak trees and giant, over-fenced, houses was replaced with the memory of the dry, thirsty ground of Sudan. I saw Sudan's blue sky sitting atop the brown dusty road with other motorbikes dangerously dodging pot holes and the constant flow of Sudanese pedestrians. Have you ever seen a Sudanese? There skin is truly the prettiest and darkest skin I've seen. People have described their skin as a black blue, but I didn't agree until I saw it for myself. And the height. People in Sudan are one tall glass of water. With their skin and height its like being with royalty. I still hate that I had to leave Sudan, and I miss those sweet kids.
Thanks for the bike-therapy Gene!
Bota-Bota: Sudanese taxi
Some of the sweet kids from the orphanage I was at. The one with her mouth opened usually had non-food items inside. IE batteries, bottles caps, and the occasional razor blade...somehow she never got cut!!
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