Life is fantastic, and it's going to get even better. Trust, dream, and make it happen. You are in charge, so make the changes, don't sit wondering, and take risks with care.
These came to mind from a night's dancing at Fabric last Saturday.
The bouncers would each greet me and say:
"Haldita, you haven't been for a while!"
And I only had two weeks' absence, enjoying family life.
But Boy, again, it was another super time in the greatest of companies, feeling the Love, accompanied by Kim, who I feel blessed to have as a loving and understanding friend who sees beauty as I do. And then, of course, Jude is fun and vibrant as always, with all the Love she freely gives.
All those unique, beautiful beings, including the delightful DJs we got to chat with and meet, are my circle of the chosen family, which is widening all the time! Not all families stick around forever, so why should friends? We each have a path to follow.
Thank you, God, for being beside me while I learned and moved on every step of the way.
For everything. I am one grateful woman.
Shall I share something rather naughty? Is that a question???
Oh well, I have been ecstatically happy to have had my Boy stay with me for a few months now, but frankly, my sex life has gone to fuck... Or actually, NO fuck is the truth! Haha... There, I said it.
But we can learn so much from our children if we treat them as adults enough to hide stuff and lie to them. Kids need to be talked to and understood. Weren't you there once?
Still determining if they all want to be heard till they are ready!
Let me now return to Peru for the last chapter of our unbelievable journey through the land of the Incas. On Thursday, February 21st, Frieda, my sister Hala, and I rode a ten-hour bus journey from our hotel in Cusco early in the morning, including five stops in small villages along the way. Oh my goodness, if nature can produce such mind-blowing scenery, then there lies God in beauty through nature, as my mother taught me.
On our last night in Cusco, Frieda and I returned to the Cicciolina restaurant in Cusco to taste tapas. Wow! It was the most ravishingly tasty tapas I have ever tasted! Hala was resting to get over her nasty cold, so we visited her at the hotel for a tiny sniff of the blanket to continue at the Mushroom Club again. The next day, Waking up at 7:00am did not come as a chore as the sun was struggling to peak out of the bubbles of cloud, our group of three conchitas taxied our way to the bus station, en route to Puno.
The Sixtine Chapel overpowered this tiny village, and the vendors would suddenly appear, setting up stalls for the visitors to buy their homemade products, mainly alpaca goods.
The road from Cusco to Puno is 380km, but all the stops stretch the journey to ten hours.
These came to mind from a night's dancing at Fabric last Saturday.
The bouncers would each greet me and say:
"Haldita, you haven't been for a while!"
And I only had two weeks' absence, enjoying family life.
But Boy, again, it was another super time in the greatest of companies, feeling the Love, accompanied by Kim, who I feel blessed to have as a loving and understanding friend who sees beauty as I do. And then, of course, Jude is fun and vibrant as always, with all the Love she freely gives.
All those unique, beautiful beings, including the delightful DJs we got to chat with and meet, are my circle of the chosen family, which is widening all the time! Not all families stick around forever, so why should friends? We each have a path to follow.
Thank you, God, for being beside me while I learned and moved on every step of the way.
For everything. I am one grateful woman.
Shall I share something rather naughty? Is that a question???
Oh well, I have been ecstatically happy to have had my Boy stay with me for a few months now, but frankly, my sex life has gone to fuck... Or actually, NO fuck is the truth! Haha... There, I said it.
But we can learn so much from our children if we treat them as adults enough to hide stuff and lie to them. Kids need to be talked to and understood. Weren't you there once?
Still determining if they all want to be heard till they are ready!
Let me now return to Peru for the last chapter of our unbelievable journey through the land of the Incas. On Thursday, February 21st, Frieda, my sister Hala, and I rode a ten-hour bus journey from our hotel in Cusco early in the morning, including five stops in small villages along the way. Oh my goodness, if nature can produce such mind-blowing scenery, then there lies God in beauty through nature, as my mother taught me.
On our last night in Cusco, Frieda and I returned to the Cicciolina restaurant in Cusco to taste tapas. Wow! It was the most ravishingly tasty tapas I have ever tasted! Hala was resting to get over her nasty cold, so we visited her at the hotel for a tiny sniff of the blanket to continue at the Mushroom Club again. The next day, Waking up at 7:00am did not come as a chore as the sun was struggling to peak out of the bubbles of cloud, our group of three conchitas taxied our way to the bus station, en route to Puno.
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| Sixtine Chapel in Andahuaylillas |
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| Colourful market in the square |
The Sixtine Chapel overpowered this tiny village, and the vendors would suddenly appear, setting up stalls for the visitors to buy their homemade products, mainly alpaca goods.
The road from Cusco to Puno is 380km, but all the stops stretch the journey to ten hours.
Next came Raqchi. Each ruin carries its own energy, and when present in the magnificence of years of history, a certain silence from within arises to take in only what is left behind.
We arrived at 16:00 sharp in Puno and got hold of a taxi going around town looking for a hotel again. Hala's Lonely Planet saved us once more, and we settled into a three-bedroom bang in the city's centre, with a view over the Catedral de Puno in the main square. We walked around the central, pedestrianised set and were ready for bed.
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| Ruins at Raqchi |
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| Market at Raqchi |
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| Museo Pukara |
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| A room at Pukara |
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| The good luck bulls on the roofs of houses |
We arrived at 16:00 sharp in Puno and got hold of a taxi going around town looking for a hotel again. Hala's Lonely Planet saved us once more, and we settled into a three-bedroom bang in the city's centre, with a view over the Catedral de Puno in the main square. We walked around the central, pedestrianised set and were ready for bed.
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| Catedral de Puno |
On the morning of Friday, February 22nd, the sun struggled to show its glory from behind the bubbles of cloud, which felt so close that one could reach out and touch them. Lake Titicaca is the highest navigable lake in the world, at an altitude of 3,810 metres above sea level. But the rain was pouring hard, and with all the alpaca shopping covering us almost top to toe for warmth, Hala and I separated from Frieda as she had a special mission to accomplish. We decided to visit the Coca Museum in Puno. Now, blanket was the name we had picked for what was initially called the Pink Peruvian, a pure(ish) form of Cocaine. The so-called museum was a climb up the stairs, entering the dimmest of rooms, where the not-interested attendant sold us tickets, lit up the room somewhat, put on a video and told us to sit and watch on the two chairs provided! Oh well, we obeyed her gestured instructions. What I learnt was:
'Coca leaves were used for communication with God during the Incas and for ancient practices. It grows in warm valleys, not too high above sea level. With the invasion of the Spanish into their land, the usage of coca was outlawed, so it became more expensive than gold. The video went on calling it 'the miraculous leaf', 'curing over 50 illnesses', and last but not least, 'enhancing sex'. If only human greed would allow us to experience 'things' as they are meant to be.
'What's the use of abuse?'
As we left the dark room of the museum and went outside, the sun had won! It was time to make our way to the port to take a boat ride to the islands of Uros, a floating island made of straw. Frieda appeared out of the blue and joined us.
The chief of the village, who demonstrated how the island was built over ten years, held by a rope anchored to eucalyptus branches held in the ground below the water, called himself Leonardo di Caprio! Their form of transport was the boats they built in the form of Viking ships, which he called his Mercedes Benz, as did his women on the island. They live off tourism and believe in trading goods for goods.
We came back, almost lounging on the boat in a daydream. As though that was not enough to indulge the senses in every way, as soon as we set foot back into Puno, many people appeared in colourful, local costumes, singing and dancing. Guess what? It was yet another carnival. What luck!
We got involved in the music and followed the dancers onto the main square.
'Coca leaves were used for communication with God during the Incas and for ancient practices. It grows in warm valleys, not too high above sea level. With the invasion of the Spanish into their land, the usage of coca was outlawed, so it became more expensive than gold. The video went on calling it 'the miraculous leaf', 'curing over 50 illnesses', and last but not least, 'enhancing sex'. If only human greed would allow us to experience 'things' as they are meant to be.
'What's the use of abuse?'
As we left the dark room of the museum and went outside, the sun had won! It was time to make our way to the port to take a boat ride to the islands of Uros, a floating island made of straw. Frieda appeared out of the blue and joined us.
The chief of the village, who demonstrated how the island was built over ten years, held by a rope anchored to eucalyptus branches held in the ground below the water, called himself Leonardo di Caprio! Their form of transport was the boats they built in the form of Viking ships, which he called his Mercedes Benz, as did his women on the island. They live off tourism and believe in trading goods for goods.
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| Uros Island |
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| Leonardo di Caprio and his concubine by Mercedes Benz! |
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| Their handmade works of art |
We came back, almost lounging on the boat in a daydream. As though that was not enough to indulge the senses in every way, as soon as we set foot back into Puno, many people appeared in colourful, local costumes, singing and dancing. Guess what? It was yet another carnival. What luck!
We got involved in the music and followed the dancers onto the main square.
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| the view from our room at Condé Los Lamos |
After a delicious dinner of chicken strips with mango and trout salad at the Colors restaurant and a quick last pisco sour at Positivity (the name of the bar), we returned to our hotel for some rest.
A flight back to Lima the next day from Juliaca, and we welcomed the capital's warm air.
Sunday, February 24th, we all agreed to chill at home in Frieda's green garden. The sun embraced us again with its grace, and after a spliff, I was in the mood for gardening! Something I never had a chance to do. Living in London, the thought of a February day like this could not have been further away from my mind. Frieda was busy watering her garden with a hose, Hala lounging in the hammock while I found myself moving the heart-shaped stones she had acquired along her walks on various beaches around and shifting energies. Change is always good. A childlike feeling of joy while playing with our toys had taken over our grown-up bodies; under the blissful rayons of sunshine, we listened to Peruvian music, got high and played the chic hippies. Frieda went back and forth in the kitchen with her help, organising a mouth-watering pasta with mushroom sauce and salad, which she consumed in the outdoor dining area. When it was time for sunset, a peachy golden light covered the sky as far as the eye could see from my first-floor bedroom window. Incredible.
A flight back to Lima the next day from Juliaca, and we welcomed the capital's warm air.
Sunday, February 24th, we all agreed to chill at home in Frieda's green garden. The sun embraced us again with its grace, and after a spliff, I was in the mood for gardening! Something I never had a chance to do. Living in London, the thought of a February day like this could not have been further away from my mind. Frieda was busy watering her garden with a hose, Hala lounging in the hammock while I found myself moving the heart-shaped stones she had acquired along her walks on various beaches around and shifting energies. Change is always good. A childlike feeling of joy while playing with our toys had taken over our grown-up bodies; under the blissful rayons of sunshine, we listened to Peruvian music, got high and played the chic hippies. Frieda went back and forth in the kitchen with her help, organising a mouth-watering pasta with mushroom sauce and salad, which she consumed in the outdoor dining area. When it was time for sunset, a peachy golden light covered the sky as far as the eye could see from my first-floor bedroom window. Incredible.
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| Notes of a Majnoon! |
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| The Love Stones |
By the way, Majnoon in the Middle East is considered a madman in Love.
Frieda was anxious to get us to the Parque de la Reserva to watch the Circuito Magico del Agua that evening. This vast park was filled with locals, mainly families, enjoying their outdoor Sunday evening.
Frieda was anxious to get us to the Parque de la Reserva to watch the Circuito Magico del Agua that evening. This vast park was filled with locals, mainly families, enjoying their outdoor Sunday evening.
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| The crowd getting totally wet! |
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| One of the main Squares of Lima's downtown |
And as for our last day in Lima, we spent it on El Silencio beach, one hour outside the city. Hala and I indulged further in shopping from every vendor who passed us by while Frieda left to greet her future family-to-be, sitting close by. Apparently, when she mentioned being with two friends on holiday and pointed towards us, they asked:
"You mean the two buying everything on the beach?"
That last evening was spent in the pleasant company of Frieda's Girl Roberta and her husband-to-be Jakim, with us ladies at the elegantly designed decor as in the succulent meal they served at the Rafael restaurant. Delightful! No wonder Peruvian cuisine is world-renowned. Never made it to Astrid and Gaston. Some things have to be left for our next visit...
One last remark: Peru gave me wings to fly higher than I imagined possible. I have rid myself of any fear for now or the future. Fear is a thing of the past; life is ON.
Thank you, Frieda, my Love, from the bottom of my heart, for everything.
"You mean the two buying everything on the beach?"
That last evening was spent in the pleasant company of Frieda's Girl Roberta and her husband-to-be Jakim, with us ladies at the elegantly designed decor as in the succulent meal they served at the Rafael restaurant. Delightful! No wonder Peruvian cuisine is world-renowned. Never made it to Astrid and Gaston. Some things have to be left for our next visit...
One last remark: Peru gave me wings to fly higher than I imagined possible. I have rid myself of any fear for now or the future. Fear is a thing of the past; life is ON.
Thank you, Frieda, my Love, from the bottom of my heart, for everything.
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