Spending the most of my 20’s in sin city has been a true roller-coaster. Maybe because it was my 20’s and many things do happen in life while at that age, maybe because it is the city that never sleeps…but by the bags under my eyes you can tell I did live here! Man, the things we went through! I can just spread my mind on a table and start throwing random memories around. Sweet, bitter, sour…all tastes.
I clearly remember the day we arrived. It was dark and we have been driving from LA after 2 days of flying around the globe to get there. Bushes after bushes of thorny desert vegetation and hours of delirious state of mind could not have averted us from being amazed at the grandeur of million bright lights, fusing colors and constant motion. This phase lasted a whole oblivious month. We surrendered to this amazement that you get when discovering a whole new universe.
*this is our first photo of America, somewhere between LA and Vegas. Let’s see what the last one will be.
Work. Day and night. It totally gave us the independence that comes with having enough money so that you don’t have to worry about your fridge ever being empty. It gave us much more than this. We could travel and explore, and do things we enjoy. We went to New Zealand and we knew that we will be back there. We touched dolphins in Costa Rica. Well, they came because they know when a woman is carrying a baby. It is an old wife’s tale, but I so believed in it. The dolphins knew before I knew.
We devoured the world with eyes wide open. And then it goes…we skydived above lake Taupo, we ate oysters in Huntington beach, we had wine in wineries along California, conceived our son in total bliss, and we welcomed him in absolute amazement; we snorkeled in the turquoise waters of Jamaica’s beaches; saw and felt the Grand Canyon; got an English bulldog and she slobbered our lives; lay on the beach in Mexico gazing at the pelicans for hours; had sushi at 5 in the morning; went to clubs and concerts; saw “The dark side of the moon” by Roger Waters and did not stop crying during the whole show; we had the best coffee at New York’s famous Soho; we bowled in the middle of the night in Boston; enjoyed Bellagio’s transfixing fountains whatever chance we had; dined in the most exquisite world renowned restaurants; owned our first home that we adore; slept on an island in Fiji with no electricity, water, and with the door open; had soup in a bread bowl on the pier in San Francisco; saw Sami take his first steps; visited museums, galleries, shops, but mostly restaurants; experienced all kind of exotic cuisines; traded our TV for a fireplace (a great choice); had a couple’s massage in China town, we even had our own garage sale…
We missed Bulgaria tremendously. We cried, we laughed, we mourned. We studied, worked, changed a million diapers, faced the biggest challenge of becoming parents, namely being responsible for another human being. We opened up, we evolved, we regressed. Got sick and then healed. We experienced a hell of a lot and then we got bored. We got anxious, itchy. Ready to move on.
I am so grateful for my life. I am counting my blessings.
It was so simple, and so powerful at the same time. Greeting the sunrise on the Grand Canyon South Rim. 6 am. No one around. Both my boys peacefully asleep, hugging. Just my coffee and me, sitting on the edge of an endlessly steep red rock. No tourists with gigantic cameras clicking away shot after shot, not even engaged in the view.
The Grand Canyon is grand. It takes your breath away in seconds, while it takes at least a minute for your urbanized brain to process the vastness of the scene.
There I had it. My AHA moment. An insight. A glimpse. It is such a cliche but, I guess, cliches are there for a reason. When one looks and sees, and is there at the moment, utterly present. Everything feels so right and clear. There is no fear, anxiety, beliefs, or understanding. Just and effortless presence.
These brief moments make it all worth the effort.
The Forum Shops at Ceaser’s Palace are quite boring, somehow uninviting. But on the third floor, overlooking the Las Vegas Strip there is a small illy shop. It is a peace of Europe, just a tiny corner.
Three little sips and it was gone. Even in drinking coffee one should try to cherish the moment. There is a whole ritual of enjoying a cup by slowly pressing your lips to the rim, breathing in the rich aroma, licking a tiny foamy speck, and only then taking a small sip. Let the liquid set in for a moment, conquering your whole mouth. Swallow.
Unless, of course, you are a mom and the whole world needs you.