Traveling is an extension of myself. Visiting places that I only dreamed of – cities, towns and villages from the pages of history, architecture and cultural books, even those from works of fiction is an immeasurable pleasure, a privilege that is nearly impossibly to quantify. It edifies my soul. When more than six months have gone by without it, I start feeling caged, trapped within the invisible walls of work. If it was up to me, I would travel every 3 months.
Since it has been nearly a year since that fateful day when I set out to visit Israel, Turkey and Jordan, I am once again pining for those days of immense happiness. Where are you, my love? Come and bestow upon me a glimpse of you. Come visit me in my dreams once again.
I remember when I bought this Venetian mask in Rome, Italy. We were half lost on the way to the Trevi fountain. When we finally got there, the amount of people overwhelmed me, it was staggering. It was a miracle that we managed to find a spot to throw coins into the fountain. It’s a bit silly but still it’s a customary, touristy thing to do. I mean, who doesn’t throw a coin into the Trevi fountain when visiting Rome?
I’m pretty sure we got these Whirling Dervishes coasters from the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul, Turkey while trying to fend off the semi-racist, semi-sexist, flirtatious catcalls from the designated tourist “lurers”. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the attention.. For a while.. Then it got old. The best part: we actually got to see the actual Mevlevi dervish performance in Cappadocia, Turkey! Amazing.
Ah.. The Land of the Rising Sun. I had a brief but intense love affair with Kyoto. I love everything about Japan (except for the excessive smoking, that was disgusting). I hope to visit her again someday. For now, I got to take home this doll from the Kiyomizu-dera Temple area in Kyoto.
This was from my first visit to the motherland after I moved to the United States. I’ve been to a lot of beaches around the world but there is nothing like the white, powdery sand of Boracay, Philippines. It literally feels like powder, so fine and so beautiful!
This wooden miniature puppet was from Amalfi Coast, Italy. The ten days we spent there were unbelievable. We got to experience the best risotto from a trattoria in one of the villages overlooking the Mediterranean sea, among other things.
From the Eiffel Tower in Paris!
This was from a gallery in the beautiful coast of Caesarea, Israel. If you think this is oil painting, think again. The Israelis started this form of art called “soft art”. There are only 5 artists in the world who do this kind of thing and they are all Israelis. I bought a small keepsake for our house. In the soft painting technique the artist uses synthetic acrylic fibers in a wide variety of shade as substitute for water or oil. Check out http://artnova.co.il/
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- Photo Of The Day: Sunset At Kiyomizu-dera, Kyoto (gadling.com)