Cherry Blossoms: New Beginnings

The Cherry Blossoms were in full bloom. A gift from Japan and a reminder of our friends.


The course was charted.


The runners were set to begin. The volunteers were in place (beginning at 5:45am!).

"I am 57," she said. "I was never a runner, but wanted to do something just for me. Therefore, I trained and entered the Cherry Blossom Ten-Miler."

When she came back to the Bag Tent later in the day to pick up her things - a medal around her neck and a BIG SMILE on her face - she said, "I feel so happy. I want to set a positive example for my grandson, and I think I have done that today." We all clapped. She deserved it - at least as much as the first place winner, I would say.

"What I have also learned from this," she said, "is that sometimes you must keep your dreams to yourself because even your loved ones may tell you that it is not possible. Sometimes you alone have to believe in yourself. That is enough."

I will remember her when I run this race next year...and maybe she will inspire you too?

Although you haven't seen me for a while, I have been running (and traveling), and trying new things...

...among them, Sun Warrior protein drinks. I like the chocolate with raw almond milk as an afternoon / post-workout snack and the natural flavor in my morning smoothie. I haven't yet tried the vanilla, but expect it would also be good.


So, I have been told that I need to update my blog more often! :) Good advice for a new beginning!

Bulgaria: Dream House

I landed. I was jet lagged. I needed inspiration and some food!

First I encountered this...


Looking a little more closely....


I never pass up an opportunity to make a wish (even on an egg!)...especially when one can wish for health and happiness...wherever one is in the world.

With a little luck (and some help from Happy Cow), I found the Dream House right there in downtown Sofia. Behind the white plastic door...just like they said.


A place where "We Freely Speak Our Dreams."

I wanted one of everything on the menu, but I eventually decided on this:


Mint and lemon iced tea and Aubergine "Cous-co." So tasty!

Loved the menu - quote and all - "Eating is a necessity; eating intelligently - an art."

Art, dreams, wishes...thank you Bulgaria. Lovely to finally meet you.

Shake Well Before Enjoying

It has been awhile since I bought juice from concentrate. Juice-on-the-go.

While I love picking up an eclectic assortment of things while traveling (and mixing to create new looks and environments), I am not sure that I want that logic applied to my morning drink.


Fresh juice from each country - sold separately - definitely preferred!

Armenia: Today We Have Really Lived

He raised his glass and toasted us in turn. "Today we have really lived," he said.

I looked around the table, and he was right. The youngest was four. The oldest seventy-four. I realized as we clinked glasses that everyone there had made a contribution that day.

We had celebrated accomplishments.

We had given thanks.

We had shared amazing, homemade food. (Unexpected special vegan dishes made just for me - because they are like that with their generosity.)

We had remembered people who had come before us - 5,000 years before.

How did they move those stones? A castle long-since destroyed.


What and why did they write messages?


Did they really live too?

Shouldn't we say this every day?...and not only in a land far, far away...

Raw Relativity

“Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.” – Albert Einstein

I have been taking a break.  Suspending the rules.  Eating chocolate for breakfast and Greek salad for lunch.

 
I have learned what 120mph feels like, what a sunset looks like from the Adriatic,

how good a scarf can feel, how strange it is to walk in one direction while moving in another - and then realizing that maybe this happens often in life with no further reflection or acknowledgement.


I have learned that I like drinking tea with a tailor in Milan, that I enjoy music with and without words, that sleeping in can be ideal, that it is easier to pay tolls as a team, that sometimes a smile and letting someone into the elevator first is all it takes to make someone’s day. 

I have learned that lists are not always useful, that style and well roundedness come in many forms, that friendship is key, that growth is optional, that food from a bazaar might be the best food of all…and that a willingness to risk is often the first step of an unexpected adventure.

 

 

Armenia, Fire Jumping, and Vodka (in that order)

****See Update below****

I'm a little delayed in wishing you a Happy Valentine's Day.  The reason?  I have been recovering from some over-zealous-fire-jumping in the Armenian tradition.  You see, on the evening of February 13th, I participated in Trndez in the capital city of Yerevan.  I was told that this pre-Christian, pagan, ceremony was intended to rid evil spirits and bring more love into one's life.  Who couldn't use a little more love? 

What I failed to consider before taking the leap: 1) the fire was a very LARGE bonfire and 2) I was wearing high-heels.  (This is a cautionary tale for those who are considering trying this at home.)  Although I was told that the leap was "done with style and grace," the fall was substantial.  Thankfully I made it OVER the actual fire (i.e., did not set myself on fire), but landed on the concrete with multiple body parts.  The result?  Severe abrasions to both hands, both legs, one arm, and a sprained finger.  As one friend commented, "I expect this to bring extraordinary luck to you." Please let it be true!

While I do not have a photo of the actual event to share, I can share the aftermath.

Let's just say that I went to five pharmacies in order to find something to wrap my sprained finger in.  In store number 5, I met with pseudo-success through the combined efforts of 3 sales clerks and four customers.  By pseudo, I mean that I was able to get "something" to wrap my finger in - apparently the swelling did not give away what the problem was in the absence of language capability on my part.

Next I saw a local medical professional to ensure that my finger was in fact not broken.  The prescribed remedy?

Hint: It was not the walnuts, almonds, apples, or persimmons.  I was in so much pain that I followed the advice - wrapping my finger in vodka-soaked cotton and tied in a plastic bag over night.  It actually seemed to help.  Now, if only I could bend my knees!

The good news:  20 people tried their best to stitch me back together again in person. 

-7 pharmacists

-5 customers

-4 hotel workers

-3 friends

-1 medical professional

Another group wished me a speedy recovery through emails, Skype calls, and healing vibes from the Universe.  Sometimes that counts even more - especially when you are in a land far, far away.

I guess love and "extraordinary luck" are mine already.  Thanks to all. You know who you are.

****Update****

Here is what happened when I re-entered the United States:

Stern-looking official:  What happened to your finger?

Me:  I was fire jumping.

Him:   Stern look.

Me:  In Armenia.

Him:  Stern look.

Me:  I fell.

Him:  Stern look.

Me:  It was part of a pre-Christian, pagan ceremony to bring love into one's life.

Him:  (LAUGHING!!!!) YOU COULD NOT MAKE THAT UP! (I mean, he REALLY LAUGHED...doubled over from LAUGHING actually.)

I laughed too.

Germany: Weather and Reminders

1 Blizzard ("Snowmageddon").

1 case of thick fog.

2 days worth of cancelled flights.

1 taxi shared with 3 other strangers (due to shortage of people willing to drive on the roads!).

Arriving home safely: Priceless.

The upside:

2 extra days in Germany to appreciate:

Good friends.

Good food.

Good health.

...and take time to consider more closely...

the reminders that are everywhere.