Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Ten years of love...

I started this blog about ten years ago... my then new boyfriend had urged me to write and the first post was dedicated to him, sharing with you all how much better than shoes he was... is... because, ten years later, we are still together and I still think he is better than shoes! In fact, I now know for sure he is and frankly, I would give up on shoes altogether if he would ask me to... he wouldn't... he would never have me choose between him and shoes but he would prefer I cut down a bit on those, rightfully so I might say... often I get carried away and I would be broke if it wasn't for him... I need him to keep me focused on other things in life as well, like retirement and life savings, I'm not getting any younger surprisingly...

Ten years... ten years of laughter and travelling and amazing experiences and great food and cuddling on the sofa in front of the TV and being part of a new family and arguing and seeing the world change and seeing us change and silly selfies (when we first got together those were not a thing, imaging that...) and cooking and weekend sluggishness and Sunday blues and sharing ideas and stupid fights and morning smiles and (mild...) depression and (great) joy and tears and excitement and fear (yep... there were boats and cable carts involved...) and indigestion and... and... and... Ten years of life... ten years of love and care and respect and trust... ten wonderful years!

Relationships are not easy, they are fluid and ever changing and require a lot of work and compromise and humility at times and, by definition I think, challenge our egos every single moment when we are choosing "us" instead of "me" and that's hard... but when one has the luck to meet the right person, it's all worth it... now, who's the "right person"?... one said it is the person we fight well with but, though I do fight veeeeeery well with my partner, I'd say the right person is the one who sees us for exactly what we are and loves us anyway... you know, like the song... like my partner loves me and like I love him... and I'm perfectly aware that this post has gotten a bit on the cheesy side but, oh well, bear with me on this one...

Next week I will finally be on holidays and hopefully will be able to share more "better than shoes" stuff with you... stay tuned 😉


Sunday, 13 August 2017

my niece...

She was born three months ago today in sunny Lisbon... that day was further marked by the city's Benfica securing their fourth football championship in a row (both her father and his brother, my partner, as well as their mother could not be more over the moon that day)  and Portugal winning the Eurovision Song Contest... who would have thought that just one day can bring so much joy to our family?!... and yes, that night, I got sooooo drunk!! So many reasons to celebrate but above and before all, the birth of that little angel with the world's sweetest face and the world's brightest smile and the world's cutest little feet with the cutest little toes! Footsies that I hope will inherent my collection of shoes! Who's her favourite aunt, right?!

I met her for the first time when she was 20 days old.... I had almost forgotten how it is to be totally lost for words and overwhelmed by love and sweetness just by looking at a tiny, tiny person! Now, those who know me, know that I'm no sucker for babies... I mean, I never wanted to have one of my own and I can tell you, usually I'm not happy to meet them when I'm boarding a plane, especially for a long haul flight... but it breaks my heart every time I have to say goodbye to her (story of my life, always leaving home...) and I cannot wait until I have her once more in my arms! And sing to her and speak to her in Greek (need to prepare her for her island hopping in the Aegean, of course) and see the way my partner looks at her, with eyes full of love and joy, when he's holding her.... it breaks my heart that I will be leaving her again and again and the only thing that saves me is the promise that I will always be going back to her...

But aside the honeylike, loving feelings that a new baby brings to a family, and she certainly has brought to ours, she is on top of it a girl! A future woman! And, goodness me, does this world need more women!! I am aware, a certain blond and her "alternative facts" have tried to give our gender a very bad name this year (oh, it's been a helluva winter and the summer has proved even crazier, don't even get me started... I mean, you did notice my long silence, right?...) but at the same time thousands of us have walked together for justice and equality and love and peace, showing that more of us are in this for the good than for the bad! So, although it scare me to the bone that this world has become a looney house and my sweet, little niece will have to live in it because, well, there is no other option (for now), I'm hopeful that we, my generation, still have a chance to fix it a bit for her sake and give her the opportunity to fix it even further! Am I delusional? No. We can. We can all do better. We just have to try. For her sake, for all children's sake! 

Now, how's that for "better than shoes", right? Happy 3-months birthday, B!

Wednesday, 7 December 2016

Comedy is better than shoes!

So, hear me out...

I went to see a show by Eddie Izzard a few weeks ago; it was the third one this year (already had been lucky enough to see Trevor Noah and, my personal favourite, Louis CK) but this one was the most unexpected! I mean, I knew he was funny but I admit I had no idea how cultured, traveled, well spoken (in many languages, I might add) he is! He generously gave me two hours of laughter, two hours free of worries and stress and my work problems and my exhaustion after a looooong year and a particularly tough few weeks.... two hours of pure joy! And I honestly would have no words to thank him enough!

Moreover, I started thinking... I have loved standup comedy for many years now, I get my news from comedy shows because, really, the news lately are so bad that I can only swallow them coated in a thick layer of jokes... and I would always choose a good comedy over any other genre of films. But only now I start to realise how intimate comedy can be! A comedian chooses to expose themselves on stage, to share personal stories and details about their lives with the audience, chooses the road of laughing with their sadness, pain, embarrassment or heartache... and I keep thinking "why"?!... do they need to exorcise the traumas this way? Do they just do it for us, a selfless act of kindness for people like me who need the laughter desperately? Is it just for the money?... All of the above?... no, this last one is very improbable, surely there are easier ways to make a living that stripping your soul naked in front of a full theatre! 

I don't know... I can understand the need, though, to look at tragic moments in one's life through comedy tinted glasses, to focus on the funny side (it's always there, just difficult to see) and cure this way the pain... but that doesn't make comedians' offer to me less valuable! It's priceless! And, in the times that we live in and with everything that's been going on on this planet (no, I refuse to go into details...), it is indispensable! I have no doubt we will need comedy and comedians more than ever and, hopefully, they will be there to make sure that we all together heal the pain and fight evil and fear with a good dosage of laughter! 

And that is absolutely better that shoes! And I will always be thankful to them 😉