Rest
Thursday, August 30, 2007
"Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you, not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. " - John 14:27
I read this verse countless times today as I lay slumped on the sofa with a raging headache and a rapidly beating heart, too sick to move my body, yet mentally too active to meditate. Previous incidences replayed and imagined futures flashed. Having a million and one whirling thoughts has never been bothersome, for I've adapted to this condition like how diabetes adapted to lifelong condition of low insulin, but as of today it became a burden.
I suppose it'd to take a triple dosage of poor physical health, high stress work day and a very ruffled household scene to come home to at the end of the day to finally make me feel devoid of rousing emotions. No anxiety, no sadness, no fear. My body is finally at rest, at least from fatigue, and I pray that my mind will be at rest too. |
When others' milestone is mine
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Attended yet another wedding but it was one that I'd never forget... because the bride is one of my dearest friends.
It has been a decade and a half since I approached the quiet girl with the comic sans handwriting to write something in my autograph book. And it has been three Saturdays since I scribbled my chicken scratches in her wedding book.
Unlike other couple unions I'd witnessed before, I fought back tears at her solemnization. Not because my toe was stabbed by someone's high heel shoe, but for the first time in my life, I felt so much joy that no amount of goofy grinning would suffice. We may not communicate regularly over the years, but we still managed to catch up once in a blue (purple, green, rainbow polka-dotted) moon. There was a time when my world virtually collapsed and she made it a point to see me through that period of pain. Far from offering suggestions on how to manage or solve my woes, she pitched creative ideas of how to torture my enemies. Strangely enough, it worked (even though her suggestions were never implemented).
True friends are a treasured find and having just one, already makes you wealthy beyond material possessions. She was there for me at the most depressing point in my life, and all I have to do was to be there for her at her one of her life's happiest moment. What more can you ask for? In her own way, she gave meaning to the million and one inspirational quotes found on greeting cards.
I wish her all the happiness and bliss that marriage could bring into her life. And just in case the husband fell short of fulfilling his duties, I'd be more than ready to share with her some of my own malevolent ideas. |
A Romantic Blog Entry
Thursday, February 22, 2007
(I lied)
'tis the season to get married fa la la la lah, la la la lah.
Start of a New Year and I already have invitations to three wedding. Attended one last month and another one two Sundays ago and I'm still reeling from the 8-10 course dinners. I'm officially thrust into another phase of my life where marriage is THE topic of conversations after those halcyon days of 'My Little Pony', 'She Ra', birthday parties, boy bands, teachers with eternal PMS, and the not-so-halcyon days of school rankings, graduation and career.
Recently asked a friend whose wedding is due in a couple of months about her preparation status and she gave the coolest answer, "It's just a wedding." She's right. We can get so caught up with all the nitty-grittys of Hollywood theatrics and commercialised norms that we may forget to give the quiet reality that comes after the "I love you."/ "I do" its due importance. Such as arguing over television channels or whose turn it is to clean the toilet.
Just thinking about marriage is already giving me the jitters. Before fretting over the ceremonial bit, getting the right partner is key and, depending on the kind of stuff you're brainwashed with while growing up, finding someone who meets both your logical and emotional list of criteria is as easy as walking through a wall of fire in your birthday suit and drenched in petroleum.
This reminded me of a movie synopsis.
There are three kinds of married people in the world.
First, whose marriages are arranged, I've never quite understood that, but I'm sure they know what they're doing.
Then there are those who fall in love and marry their soul mates. These I believe, are the most fortunate people in the world.
And lastly, there are those couples that marry for their parents, for money or play it safe and marry a friend. These are the most unfortunate ones in the world, and they don't even know it.
It's hard to fathom what a soul mate really is, especially when it's elusive to many. But ironically, a Ctrl F7 on the phrase "soul mate" yielded "friend", "pal", "playmate", "companion", "partner" and "chum". Thus, I shall continue to leave it to divine providence and maybe a little bit of creative romancing.
I admit after having witnessed a barrage of weddings and fuzzy wuzzy hearts, I could not help ponder about the art of romance. Sure, romance is one of love's catalyst, but there are just too many worn out SOPs (standard operating procedure) around.
Look at Valentine's Day, while the hearts, ribbons, pinks, reds and chocolates make nice accessories, I don't understand what's the obsession about having a date on the day that's hyped up by evil card makers *ahem*Hallmark *cough*, retailers and restaurants to wring us dry of our consumer dollars. Unless maybe... if you're a girl and you'd hoped for some free dinner on that day or something. But fine dining with servings that disappear after barely three inhalations at ridiculous prices is not my thing.
Anyway, for the record, I did have a DATE. And it got very hot and sweaty in the process.
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You would be too if you ran about 5km and then end it off with dinner at a prata place.
And when it comes to fresh flowers, I firmly believe that they belong to the ground they once grew. So whenever I receive those bouquets, well-meaning senders would be left feeling as if they just run over a lonely granny's one and only pet. Musical serenade is acceptable but please knock me out if I have to listen to a rendition that goes all melodramatic like "I'll fight for you, I'll lie for you, walk the wire for you, I'll die for you..."
Maybe I'm just emotionally constipated. Hardly anything moves me nowadays but fortunately, there had been a few spark plugs that reminded me that I'm still capable of human emotion like Edwin McCain's songs and the 'The Pickle King' play by a theatre group from New Zealand called Indian Ink Company. It's been weeks since I watched the show, but its ending message still echoes.
"The secret to preserving love, is to simply make it fresh everyday."
For folks who still wake up everyday with hearts fluttering at the thought of your beloved, keep up the good work. For couples who had to think hard about the last time you felt that way, it might be time to add some zing in the relationship before it's too late. So how fresh is your love? |
Energy Shortage
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Can't believe that it's nearing two weeks. Where did the time go again? I didn't write any reports and I barely touched the reading lesson plan that is due tomorrow. The greatest thing I'd accomplished last weekend was finding a figure-flattering day dress that spares me from sweeping the floor with its hem as I walk.
School was spent scurrying from one place to another while keeping tabs of a growing list of administrative 'to dos'. When the students leave for the day and all is quiet, I sink into my seat to accompany my laptop in its screen saver mode. At least for about a minute until someone enters the classroom. I actually like being kept occupied at all times because I mope whenever I'm idle for too long, but that might be taking its toil. Just today, a concerned colleague asked if I was getting enough sleep as I seemed to have a perpetual dazed look and was answered with, "Huh? Sorry, what was it you said?"
Something is amiss lately, it felt like something is leeching off my energy. Was out of breath after climbing several flights of stairs when normally that would not have bothered me. I even caught myself micro sleeping in odd places and yet remained wide awake when I lay down. I looked at the video of my first Bollywood show stint last September and I was shocked at the vast difference between then and now.
Spot Pari? (Video glitch - movement and song do not sync)
Maybe it's about time I have that cup of coffee every morning for a buzz kickstart. |
2006 and the whatevers - Sri Lanka and Serenity, School and Sanity
Sunday, January 07, 2007
I was in a state of bliss upon my return from Sri Lanka. The trip was organised by World Vision for sponsors to visit the children of an area development project (ADP). For S$45 a month, the child sponsor funds the community/village that child belongs to. The World Vision team works within chosen communities and provide them with the tools, infrastructure and skills to eventually become self-sufficient. I was not a child sponsor then but I returned inspired. Eventually, I became a sponsor - of a girl from Sri Lanka and a boy from Myanmar.
School term resumed and I moved my gazillion and million things from my co-teacher's class into my brand new class on second floor after spending about a week cleaning and repairing the place. Then came the sorting and figuring out where I'm going to
My students and I were finally getting used to the new set up when the co-teacher I worked with resigned. She decided to migrate to Australia with her husband and I'm the most obvious candidate to take her place. After long deliberation between my nearly completed classroom and a particular student in a wheelchair who could not possibly use the stairs, I chose to return to the very same classroom I happily moved out of. All the shifting in, cleaning up and on-going decoration has given me a great sense of ownership and (not to mention) pride. I was blinking back tears when the official announcement was made at the teachers' meeting but I'm thankful that I was informed early. It would take a couple of crowbars to pry me away from that class if I really settled in.
I was to remain in my (now) temporary class until the teacher last day in school in December. I was probably low on morale because I simply stopped tidying and chucked the remaining items in a pile at a corner of the room.
Then there was the task of organising the school's annual Christmas Concert after losing two veteran members of the organising team to pregnancy leave and the other to migration. Planning started months in advance and rehearsals were intense. It was a unique challenge working with special needs students. There were plenty of headaches and frayed nerves, but there were also colourful moments. The concert's main aim is for every student to participate and for everyone to have some fun on the last day of school. I know that it's a special day for all, and that I should not be so hard on myself, but I fretted over every little thing and there was never a day that I did not feel my blood pressure rise. Whether it was a) wanting the day to be great for everyone while forgetting about making it great for myself or b) wanting to prove my worth to everyone else, I still do not know.
I might have entered the dreaded burnout stage. Sometimes my hands would quiver for no reason and everybody ceased talking sense. It felt like there was a wedge in my brain leaving me incapable of clear thinking. I was exhausted and yet I could not sleep. It finally got better when school holiday rolled in.
At least my mental sanity was saved. If only I can say the same for my inner well-being.
(More ramblings to come) |
2006 and the whatevers - Prologue
Sometimes, right at that moment, you may recall a dream you once had. The kind that you would not (or want to) recall on any normal day. I spent a long while pondering over my dream... mainly because it's in a hideous jumble, and trying to convince myself that every
Year 2006 (and some of 2005) has been nothing short of a dream for me. Now that it has finally made an exit, I am a little more motivated to get that new diary (the one with the crazy array of migraine-causing polka dots), slow down my pace and...
...update this blog.
Even though it's too late, would still like to wish everybody a Happy and Blessed New Year. Thank you so much for the notes, concern and well wishes. I admit that the later part of 2006 had been nothing short of crappy. Whenever the going gets tough, I retreat into my shell and let the waves roll over me till I lay completely buried beneath layers of sand. However, a dear friend's chance discovery of a photo on the same day as my long awaited reunion gathering managed to jolt me out of my silent self-destruct mode. Their common topic: Sri Lanka. Coincidence or not, I chose to believe that it has come a full circle and I ought to pick up from where I left off online as well as offline.
Emotional lows, 3kg weight gain(bingeing cookies by the bucket + non-existent gym activity), career jitters and anxiety aside, I'm back. Hello 2007. And once again, hello everyone! |
La La, Sri Lanka
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Am at the airport terminal. Going in soon. See ya all soon! |
First Cross Country Run
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Bored with endless running around tracks, I signed up for the New Balance Real Run at Sentosa to see how far I can push my limit. With 6km on road, 1.6km on sand and 2.4km on trail, it was far more challenging than the 10km Standard Chartered Run. I was in awe of so many strong runners. One guy pushed past me and I noticed that he was wearing a South Park shirt. It read, "Oh man, you people suck!" I might consider getting one of those shirts once I manage to complete 10km in 40 minutes.
There were also slopes galore and I barely survived by the time we entered the beach. I never thought that I would come out alive after having to
And my runny nose did not help. I stuffed my shorts with lots of tissue paper just in case I had to drop out midway due to choking on mucus.
Pre-race warm up
By the time I passed the 8.8km mark, my stamina was nearly spent and I deteriorated into auto-pilot. Finally came those magical words, "500m left!" I just wanted to get it done and over with so I ran my heart out, tripping two runners along the way.
There was no shortage of toilets, and as the finishing line drew closer, a conversation was overheard.
"I can't! I can't! I got to go now!"
"What, are you crazy?! The finishing line is just over there, you can't go now."
"I'm about to explode... can't take it anymore. You go on ahead."
Talk about bad timing. Anyway, I completed the race in a little over an hour, which is not too shabby considering I walked the entire sand route.
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A most annoying feeling
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
That frog in my throat must have decided to throw a party and invite the entire neighbourhood. I hate phlegm that's lodged so deep that no amount of bulimic sounds I make can get rid of it. So in a bid to overcome this discomfort, I've been forcing myself to take medicine regularly instead of relying solely on natural healing process. However, that resulted in my head feeling numb and an overwhelming urge to bang my forehead on the table. Being sick is one of the worst things to happen to me because it means I end up working and feeling less than 100%.
I have a deep set fear of becoming physically inactive because it means more restrictions to an already suffocating, rule-dominated life. I sprained my right shoulder from a break fall mishap and subsequent days were spent in agony as I gently rolled my injured shoulder to keep it from becoming frozen. While I disliked having my movements restricted, I disliked pain more so I endured. On one particularly bad night when I wanted to roll over to a more comfortable position in bed, I was jolted out of sleep and I finally burst into tears. Not from pain, but from frustration. Just as well that I was already crying since I spent the next couple of minutes waving my arm wildly in all directions because I was determined not let the pain stop me from gaining control of my normal self. I woke up the next morning with only a dull ache and I had a weird triumphant grin the rest of the day convinced that I successfully shocked my body into cooperating.
I don't suppose it's a good idea to hit my throat or gurgle hot water to get rid of phlegm. But I'm open to experiment if I do not feel any better. |
National Day 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
It's that time of the year again when red and white flags outnumber red and white sale signs. I wanted to write a whole load of stuff (mainly my undying love for its local delicacy, chicken rice) to re-affirm my loyalty to my adopted country, but it just occurred to me that the colours on this blog said it all.
Happy Birthday Singapore!
A camera shy student at our school's National Day celebration. |
Pari learns that she is wimp intolerant
Monday, August 07, 2006
On a lovely Sunday morning, I pulled into MacRitchie Reservoir car park 5 minutes late. I had such wonderful sleep that I was not able to tear myself away from my lovely bed and soft pillow.
Car park was full and I was left circling the area for the next 15 minutes. However, it is lovely to know that lots of people do lead active lives and seeing several groups of people returning to their cars felt even better.
A group of young men entered a car and I waited... waited.... and waited. I pulled up beside them and asked if they were going to leave. One of them replied, "We have to rest first."
Since when resting on a bench while enjoying fresh air was not an option? It was too lovely a Sunday to have my blood boiling first thing in the morning so I continued with my search for an elusive lot. Finally, I found one and made my way to the kayak launch area.
I was paired with a newcomer who has a lovely habit of paddling for 1 minute and resting for the next 10. When he did paddle, he would sent water splashing in my face as I was directly behind him. We veered off course many times due to current and I did my best to steer by plunging my paddle into the water to create a drag. However, it was becoming a chore. I saw him resting again and suggested that we swap paddles since mine was smaller and lighter than his in hope that this could encourage him to paddle more.
Sadly, my lovely plan did not work and he complained that it was easier at the previous kayaking session. I replied that it was expected since his partner was a seasoned kayaker. It was still too lovely a Sunday to add, "you lazy moron" after that reply.
As I hear him whine about how tired he was from little sleep and see him lie back on the kayak, I could also feel my arms muscles scream in agony. We were approaching several overhanging branches so I prepared to steer our kayak away.
"Could you turn the kayak a little more to the left? The sun's in my eye."
That was when I lifted the paddle out of the water, sending the front half of the kayak and him right into the tangled mass of branches.
Lovely.... |
Italia! Day Three
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Day Three of Italy was spent in the outskirts and lots of dozing of along the way. We dropped by charming Siena for some walking along steep slopes and maze like alleyways, then proceeded to a town most commonly used as resting area for travellers going to and from England, San Gimignano (Ji mi ne-e-ah no).
Siena is a quiet town and 2 hours drive from Florence. It was an important political centre in the early centuries and populated by powerful rival families and their loyal followers.
Siena from a hill
Close up of a church.
Killing time outside a hotel in Siena.
Siena's Doumo. Zebra stripes on buildings are a common sight in Italy as they are the colours of the Government. That makes it easy for anyone to tell the political monument from the regular.
From another angle.
Painters and maintenance crew are employed full time to upkeep the Doumo. Judging from its size, the task is never-ending.
Peek-a-boo! How about a clay statue standing at the window 24 hours?
Entrance to a church near one of Italy's oldest university.
The Piazza del Campo, is at the heart of Siena and the site of the "Palio" horse races that take place in July and August.
When the sun's out in full force and you've no shelter whatsoever.. improvise!
Rival neighbourhoods clearly marked in colours.
Can you sense the law and order of this place?
Time to head on to our next destination!
Stepping into San Gimignano is like stepping into the medieval age when knights roamed and peasants droned. It's also famous throughout Italy for its white wine, Vernaccia di San Gimignano. I'm not an expert on wines but my dad seemed to like it.
It is tempting to stay in a house like this.
Was half-expecting the Knights of Templar to appear on their steeds.
Too bad the shirts were arranged the wrong way.
Speaking of dessert, I confess to eating gelato everyday when I was in Italy.
I was just drawn to this painting. A judge holds court for the poor as the rich are never too far away to tempt him with gold.
Would like to demonstrate how strong the town's wall really is.
Love those creeping vines
There's a lone well in the Piazza. Sealed. Probably to prevent strange tourists from falling in.
When you're in Italy during World Cup, you cannot escape the excitement. That day was the Semi Finals - Italy VS Germany
This was what we saw on our way back. The atmosphere was electrifying and it was only the Semi.
Imagine me standing on my tippy toes with arms stretched as high as I could muster while taking this shot.
A football fanatic in the making. Go Team Italia.
Everyone wants to get the best view!
Brothers. Anticipating and sharing in a global sports phenomenon.
That's it for Day 3. Beautiful Venice is in the next instalment. My favourite city in Italy at the moment. |
In a class of her own
Monday, July 31, 2006
New school term and a new classroom.
Sort of.
A cosy classroom, left behind by a retired teacher, was left unoccupied since the beginning of the year. At that time, I was adjusting to a new life teaching adolescents instead of kindergarteners alongside another teacher.
"What would you say if I were to tell you that the empty classroom on second floor is yours to move into anytime?" my Principal asked me one fine day in February.
"That's wonderful..." and I was suddenly gripped with cold feet."erm... but I'll like more time to settle in and learn a couple more things from Ms Vicky*."
"I understand, just let me know when you're ready to have your own classroom. Frankly, I think you're more than ready for the big league."
I loved being a team teacher and having the freedom to move from one class to another as I could interact with students from a huge range of age groups and developments. I get nervous at the prospect of having my own classroom because I have commitment issues. Not only will it be a long-term commitment of the chosen age group, I will also have to bear full responsibility for all students in the classroom. So it is always assuring to have another teacher around just in case.
And I'll be no better than a child who is not willing to part with her training wheels.
First Term left and in came Second Term. I have three students with very different potentials and temperaments directly under my care. A typical snapshot during maths would comprise of me guiding the first in counting coins, answering a bar graph question of the second while discouraging the third from either sleeping on his subtraction worksheet or calling my name incessantly in hope that I'd relent and tell him the answers. Before I knew it, there was a mini classroom within a classroom.
I entered school one morning and found out that Ms Vicky and a teacher's assistant were both on medical leave thanks to flu. I was left on my own with not three, but eight students in that class and a million and one possibilites of how things can go dreadfully wrong. The training wheels were ripped off but I survived.
I remembered the time I had the courage to cycle without training wheels. My dad would hold the bicycle as I nervously pedalled.
"Why are you looking back at me for? You won't learn that way! Just keep pedalling."
"Are you still there daddy?" I asked.
"Yes, yes I'm here. Pedal faster!"
So I did. "Is this okay daddy?"
No answer.
"Dad?"
No way that he could not hear me.
"Daddy?!" I hollered and turned around, "Daddy why didn't...." and my dad was standing metres behind waving both his hands at me. That was when I panicked and fell over. I was furious at my dad, but I also learnt that it was okay to fall. All I needed to do was to pick myself up and try again.
I still cannot believe that in 2 hours, it'll be August. During the last week of school vacation, I visited school to prepare for lessons and new teaching inventories for the Third Term. It was quiet without the students and I was alone in Ms Vicky's classroom. I arranged the students' desks, stacked their respective books and reviewed my lesson plans. I glanced across to Ms Vicky's part of the classroom and recalled the times she walked over to ask if I needed any help.
Just how much longer do I need someone to hold the bicycle as I pedal?
I quickly marched to the Principal's office before I had any second thoughts and told her that I was ready to have my own class. She smiled and there is no turning back.
Today was the teacher's workshop and tomorrow is the students' first day back at school. I will continue to use part of Ms Vicky's classroom as there are still lots to be done but I managed to clean out half of that cosy classroom. It should be all set up by end August where it will be a cosy learning environment for five lovely students. I have never felt so excited and petrified in my entire life.
Nevertheless, I believe it was the best decision I ever made... even with all the anxiety and lost appetite.
I need to lie down. |
Italia! Day One & Two
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Finally some pictures as promised. Spent the first three days in Florence (main city in Tuscany) and the remaining days in Venice and Milan which I'll post later.
My excitement of visiting Italy didn't wavier very much even after I was told by an Italian gentleman on the plane to guard my bags with my life. "It's those gypsies, I tell you! Be very careful, they are cunning." he warned and I strategised over how I could outmanoeuvre a gypsy mom from shoving her baby in my arms without letting the poor little one fall to the ground.
Upon disembarkation, my first culture shock was a total disregard for queues (I sound too much like a good law-abiding Singaporean). There were only 2 counters opened and the lines that stretched across the hall looked like they could rival ticket line to some rock star's one night only concert. 5 minutes into waiting, a third line magically appeared out of no where and slowly inched its way into the legitimate second line. "Don't let them in!" Mom hissed to our neighbours in the second line as the scums homed in the gaps. I was already squeezed close enough to the fellow in front of me to know that he is the type who perspires at the drop of a hat and that he tried to cover the source of embarrassment with cologne. One more counter opened and the queues reshuffled themselves into a legitimate three. However, before we could relax, a magical fourth line appeared and the drama continued.
I could not recall how long the bus journey was from the airport in Milan to Florence because I was too busy catching up on lost sleep. When we arrived, it was not what I expected. Considering Florence is supposed to be the centre of the arts and the place where world renowned Michelangelo Buonarroti was from, the city felt distant and swarmed with eager tourists and just as enthusiastic street peddlers. Or maybe we came at the wrong time of year...
Counterfiet goods right outside shops selling the real deal.
A contrast between the old world and the new world.
Roads are about a century old. Its surface polished smooth by millions of walkers.
The very important Cathedral (or Duomo) of Florence. It has a bell tower and we were around the area in the evening when the bells rang in musical harmony.
Look up Mr Pigeon. You're perched on the 4th largest cathedral in the world which took nearly a century to build.
Selling art by the Duomo and the seeing the world go by. Not a bad life at all.
There are lots of bicycles in Italy as it's a very convenient way of getting around the maze of streets.
Italians don't like to wash their cars very much even though they painstakingly dress themselves with style.
One can almost compare the tone of voice to a kid on sugar rush. Happpyyyyy Hour!
Never once did he look up. Has to be one very interesting read.
I see dog, I take picture of dog.
Mom sees daughter, mom takes picture of daughter. At least she wasn't standing behind me.
The evening sun on the way back to the hotel was scorching so I took refuge in every possible shade.
It's a doorknob and there's lots more where that came from.
I liked the visits to museums and art galleries around the city though. Michelangelo's sculpture of David (too bad photo-taking is not allowed) is housed in Galleria Dell'Academia and it was awe inspiring. I could even see the veins on David's hands and his look of concentration (or is it contemplation) before putting the stone in his slingshot was mesmerising.
Long queue outside the Galleria Dell'Academia for those without reservation. Fortunately my group has a reservation (which has to be booked at least 1 week in advance) so we didn't have to wait too long.
Get your very own masterpiece for just 20 Euro.
"You're from Japan?" a seller asked me.
"No, from Singapore." I replied.
"Ah... Singapore... Singapore... Singapore.... near Japan yes?"
"Yes... just like Australia."
Day Two was a trip to Pisa. If Florence is filled with tourists, Pisa is bursting at its seams. Our guide admits that Pisans owe their livelihoods to the mistake that one architect made on the construction of their famous tower. That guy fled the scene before the tower was completed when he realised the ground was too sandy to support a huge structure.
Quick fact - Do you know that...
other than the Leaning Tower...
This leans.
That leans.
...everything leans in Pisa! It's true and it's all thanks to its soft ground.
Here's another quick fact. The University of Pisa is one of the most renowned Italian universities and offers a wide range of courses except for *ahem* architecture for very good reason.
Everybody doing their bit to "save" the tower. Cliche poses all in a row.
Sharing should start from a young age as demonstrated by this sweet child.
Inside the Baptistery of Pisa. It's customary to cover up when entering a place of worship. Disposable sheets are always ready at the door for bare-shoulder visitors.
We had dinner in a Tuscan countryside. Such a lovely garden and just the place to spoil with dramatics.
It gets better in the countryside and everything you see in the movie Under the Tuscan Sky is true. One thing for sure, I adore the slender cypress trees. Note to myself the next time I visit Italy. Head straight for the countryside and forget the cities.
I bet the scenery is most breath-taking in Spring.
Day 3 coming soon. |
Humanity
Monday, July 24, 2006
(seen on Postsecret)
I think so too. |
