Thursday, 24 July 2014

we are going on a summer holiday...

Ok, last day and a half and then I take a break!

Truth is that this is the worst bit, right before the escape, no brain left to work, no energy to get off my bed in the morning even, brilliant weather here that makes everyone to just want to be out and about and do nothing really productive apart from drinking cold drinks and chat about how brilliant the weather is... Man, I love the summer! But it is indeed very difficult to concentrate on work... I mean, I try, I'm here, I'm in front of my computer but... I write this instead...

Ever since I was a kid the summer holidays were the best time of my year! One month by the sea, spending the morning on the beach, mothers shouting "come out of the water, your fingers are so pruned they look like actual prunes...." around lunchtime, then shower, lunch, the unavoidable nap (which always felt like such a waste of time but was a great idea because you don't really want to run outside with that sun on your head... you just don't know it because you're a kid...), then cold fruits in the afternoon and playing outside with my friends until it was time for dinner and more play afterwards on the beach until maybe midnight... and the "one ice cream per day" rule... Ah, good times...

And now, so close to taking my short (unfortunately... not a kid any more) break, almost unable to run this last mile of work obligations that I have to finish before leaving, I have exactly the same feeling of anticipation and excitement and joy as I had back then... Some things never change... thank goodness... ;) except the ice cream rule... now I'm an adult, I can have as many of those as I like!!

"we are going on a summer holiday... no more worries for a week or two"... ;)

Ps. I don't really need to say that it's better than shoes, right?!

Thursday, 10 July 2014

the world cup...

... is better than shoes!! End of discussion!...sort of...

No, please do not be surprised, I never said I'm a girl's girl... The fact that I love shoes does not retract from the fact that I grew up as a tomboy, had short hair for many many years, most of the friends I would play with when I was a kid (usually with sticks and stones and mud during holidays, when I would actually get a chance to play outside...) were boys and I have been seriously scolded by bestie A. in order to stop dressing like a teenage male...

So, yes, the World Cup is my favourite time every 4 years! Hell, I was born during the World Cup in '74! ...mind you, I came to the world 17 days earlier, I guess so that I wouldn't miss the Cup! And I have my favourites, usually the underdog (Costa Rica, though you beat us, I was rooting for you against the Dutch...) and I know what kind of game I like (nobody can argue against the German precision and discipline but I love a bit of chaos in the game, a bit of dance, a bit of surprise, a bit of South America...) and I have an opinion on fouls and penalties and offsides...
Yes, I do love football!!

What about the final, you ask?... Well, my head says Germany will win but my heart wants to dance an Argentine tango... In any case, I think it will be a great game, two entirely different schools of thought, two different styles of football... the head against the heart... I better make sure I have enough vodka and tomato juice (did I tell you I just discovered how much I like Bloody Marie??... what a waste, all these years... I had to turn 40 to find out!) and potato chips (the World Cup is no time for a diet...) and be ready for Sunday night... ;)

What about you?

Monday, 16 June 2014

concerning Mr Clarence Darrow...

I had a dream... not a big dream, I'm no Martin Luther King but merely a superficial shoe fan... Just a small, insignificant to every other human being dream, a dream which -if it were to come true- would only change my world forever and would leave everyone else on the planet at exactly the same place they were before... my dream was to see Mr. Kevin Spacey on stage before I die.

And my dream came true last Saturday night, when I found myself at The Old Vic Theatre in London clutching in my hand a ticket to see his Clarence Darrow. When the lights went down and I saw his figure silently taking his place on the stage, a tiny light from the cigarette he brought with him flickering (maybe the only man allowed to smoke indoors in the UK...), my eyes filled up with tears... I'm not a very emotional person... but this was just the beginning of what was going to be one of the most emotional experiences of my life...

It was an out-of-this-world performance... I don't think it is fair to say he was acting, nothing about those 90 minutes was fake. He was Clarence Darrow! The words were beautifully put together (the story of this man is extraordinary anyway) and the person on that stage spoke them right to my heart and I had this sense of being held captured by what was happening at that small stage right in front of me... I was overwhelmed!

I will never forget this. I will never forget this feeling of completeness through art. I will never forget the standing ovation afterwards, when about maybe 500 people were trying to say "thank you" and "bravo"... I hope we did indeed manage to say to him "thank you" and "bravo", I hope we did manage to give back to him, the lone actor on the stage, just a little bit of what he had given us for the past hour and a half...

Need I say it really?... There has not been a shoe manufactured yet that I could compare this experience with and come close... But even if, still, Mr. Spacey's performance would be better... ;)

Ps. I did in fact think at some point during the play that I can now die a happy woman... maybe that had something to do with the allergic reaction I got the next morning and the ambulance ride through London (bucket list: check)... but, all well when it ends well, I'm still here and (for whomever is listening up there) no, I'm not ready to go just yet... too many dreams unfulfilled  ;)