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For today this just seems fitting, in fact I’d love to just fit myself into this recount of a NYC spring day:
“I landed in New York to find the weather itself conspiring against me. It was one of those magical Manhattan springs; fresh winds were blowing gently across the island so that each time I inhaled, I breathed in the faint salt smell of the ocean. Daffodils and tulips nodded from every corner; lilacs and apple blossoms danced through the parks. On the avenues tables and chairs edged slyly onto sidewalks, promising summer. The sun poured from the sky like honey, and people threw back their heads and drank it in.
At Tiffany’s the windows were filled with eggshells, cracked open, spill- ing diamonds. Customers strolled through fancy food stores collecting wild strawberries imported from France, Japanese beef bred on beer, hand-churned cream from grass-fed cows, and caviar by the pint. The restaurants were packed with handsome people begging for tables, and great crowds jockeyed in the museums, trying to get a better view. Marble buildings once black with soot had been polished to a shine, and the statues all over town were newly gilded. Alone in New York, I wandered the streets and allowed the city to seduce me.”—Ruth Reichl
Sense of place fades
as your world expands.
…the richness of travel,
your heart no longer belongs
to just one place or one face.
Romanticalism at it’s finest.
Yes, I say romanticalism—not really a word you say?
Well, it’s describing romanticism in a heightened sense—a strengthening of language.
Where one can simply stand, enamored in it all.
The Medici’s, Leonardo, Botticelli, Giotto, Raphael.
Approaching Brunelleschi’s Duomo, an unfathomable sight, causing one to feel insignificant in size.
Sauntering across the Ponte Vecchio, pausing in view, the River Arno, outstretched.
Lunching in a quaint, corner shop, crumbs dusting the floor.
Cobbled streets, marble statues and colored facades.
Strolling hand in hand—step by step—breath by breath.
“If you aren’t quite sure what love looks like anymore, but still believe in it;
If you believe that love isn’t about making anyone stay;
If you believe that love is hearing each other’s song, yet resting contented in each other’s silence;
This story is for you:
Marina Abramovic and Ulay were artists who met and fell in love in the 70s. For a decade, they did avant-garde collaborative work, even referring to themselves as a collective being, “The Other.” Yet like many intense collaborations, it ran its course. The flames that burn the brightest sometimes burn out quickly. They parted ways after one final trip across The Great Wall of China. They began at opposite ends, each walking the 2500 kilometers to meet in the middle before they said goodbye.
At her 2010 MoMa retrospective, Marina performed a piece titled, “The Artist Is Present.” She sat in silence for a minute with each stranger who sat in front of her. At the opening night of the show, Ulay was among them. This is that chapter of their story”
Make your life, don’t just let it happen.
What do you want to be today, not someday?
What makes you inspired, scared, or thankful?
What are you waiting for?
Think about it…..
Gather your dreams, desires, what-have-you’s, fears and wonderment and go. Go experience, learn, fail, be remarkable and adventurous. Make moments, meet people, learn and love.
Yes, there is always a SOMEDAY but today is TODAY, make it count.
“Fitz and I climbed within a few feet of each other, carrying on a conversation up the mostly solid rock, stopping every few feet to talk about life and work and art and insomnia as the sun dropped over the Oquirrh Mountains west of the city, each of us on his own set of handholds and footholds.
I have this essay in my head, I said, About little things that I see that make me thankful and inspired, things like blind people crossing the street by themselves, elderly ladies who go out for ice cream by themselves and don’t get sad, and three-legged dogs who run and don’t care that they only have three legs.” —Brendan Leonard
From this essay stemmed “35” a video which embraces the act of living one’s dreams. A metaphor for life, a dedication to the little joys and big ass things that culminate life:
Get inspired. Go climb that mountain, make that video, move abroad, learn something new, live out of a van, start a bakery—whatever is tucked away into that “someday drawer” get it out, make it count and live it today.
I went for two reasons and found a few more.
A sad-like, happiness, a contradiction that somehow makes sense, perhaps not immediately but allow it to soak in.
A nostalgic sense of what was, what is, what could be—a history, a story, a possibility.
Cities are known for the bustling sensation of synergy, pulsating through streets, its breath exhaling from the masses of people.
I couldn’t help but wonder, as a visitor, someone who spent less than 48 hours in this space, overwhelmed from the strange cocktail of horrification, sadness, beauty and hope—what is the effect on the psyche’s of those who walk the city streets daily, live in the boarded up neighborhoods and drive down ghost-town like streets? Is the untamed, unkept, and unruly appearance of a fallen society stifling? Can it spark hope, progress and innovation? Perhaps it’s something in-between, a limbo of sorts, dependent upon people and creativity to make—something.
Some see decay, and leave
Some see hope, and dream
Some see the unseen, and create
Detroit’s pulse reads as dismay and admiration, the ebb and flow of society. A beautiful decay, akin to peeling paint exposing layer after layer. A feeling, a history, a story un-grasped by photos or words—an ethereal sense. Detroit’s pulse is beating with a story that is still being written.
Salvador, Bahia. A place with a time of its own, where popular culture is current yet the past is present, not relived—a part of life. Filled with colonial wonders, cobblestoned streets, sandy beaches, clay-brick shacks and modern concrete apartment buildings. Salvador a third-world city with traffic jams and crowds, is a city with soul. It’s a place one will not soon forget, the feelings that consume you while there, continue to resonate. Salvador is bright, outgoing and receives all with open arms.
While traveling one must eat, to familiarize with a place, and those who visit Salvador must never leave without tasting cozido. Cozido translates to cooked, a stew originating from Portugal. For a taste of this acclaimed stew, venture to Ribeira, an easygoing, beach neighborhood which sets on a peninsula overlooking Baía de Todos os Santos (Bay of All Saints.) Imagine tranquility, sea breeze and sun-kissed cheeks a place for idyllic walks, sunsets and peaceful water. The main avenue, Avenida Beira Mar is filled with outdoor seating, bars, restaurants and stalls filled with samba music, dancing and cozido. The cozido which bubbles for hours in large pots seduces passersby with fragrant smells.
Being lured by senses to whet one’s appetite with a steaming bowl of cozido and a cold beer while looking out to sea will not be regretted. This is a hearty meal enjoyed in the afternoon, locals and tourists flourish here on Sunday or Monday afternoons and early evenings to get their fill.
Expect a piping hot stew filled with various vegetables, including plantains, okra, carrots, pumpkin, sweet potatoes, cabbage, yucca, collard greens and chayote squash. To the vegetables are added meats—beef, dried meat, bacon and lingüica sausage. The meat is browned with garlic and onions and water is added so that the meat can simmer for an hour or two. The vegetables are added to the meat to simmer for another hour. Cozido is served with pirão a cassava/manioc porridge mixed with hot broth and molho de pimento Bahia’s oh so VERY hot pepper sauce.
If you have room, leave the water’s edge and saunter over to Sorveteria da Ribeira for a taste of Salvador’s best ice cream. A basis of tradition the ice cream is made by hand, even the fruits are peeled manually, as it was when this mainstay began in 1931. Boasting over 52 flavors, Sorveteria da Ribeira prides itself on the culture and art of creating new flavors. I recommend the Cajà (a small fruit from the rainforest resembling a mango) and Milho Verde (green corn.)
Venture to the peninsula sit, eat, drink, dance, soak in tradition and enjoy the scenery. Ribeira simply a place to enjoy.