12.12.2012

12/12/12

12/12/12

Nearing the end of the day here in the Fertile Crescent. The day progressed as anticipated- meaning that it was business as usual.  I'm not one to talk about work in this blog because… well, it's work. I can say, though, that in the past (my archaeological past), I adored discussing work. Mostly because work was pretty fascinating. We're talking ARCHAEOLOGY here. The coolness factor cannot be expressed enough. That's all imma gonna say about that…

Since we're nearing the end of the year, as well as the supposedly ending of the world as per some ancient Mayan prophecy, and this is the time to reflect. So… here goes:

I'm on my 2nd year here in G-tep. It's an interesting enough place to dwell for some time. It's certainly given me plenty of time to… to… well, there is plenty to mention… Anyway, the end result is that everything that happens- well it happens for a reason. My 2nd year here is for a reason or two. I am starting to yearn for a few things… quality organic produce, health supplements, alternative medical practices such as acupuncture, massage and chiropractors, a real yoga outlet. If I was feeling really smarmy (which I might currently indeed be), I'd have to include a beach, surf and beach boys/toys. This is the tipping point…

Luckily a much-deserved break is coming up in Jan/Feb. I'm so outta here for some RandR. Where? Portugal! We will cruise the country in only that style that the most devoted travel aficionados (with little $) can do…we're going to enjoy the shit out of that country and all that it has to offer- which is vast in terms of my likes and desires…

NOTE: haha just when I'm planning my escape something random happens: a quite large fireworks display in the middle of the week (Wednesday evening 8:30 pm) for no apparent reason than just that. Perhaps it's to celebrate 12/12/12… It's stuff like this that makes it interesting here. Yes, I focus on the little things here that keep me going...

So high on the list for Portugal is checking out boots, food, wine, Fado, architecture, hunks, surf, art, sunsets over the ocean, sunrises after a night out, nightlife, mayhem and other such shenanigans that I so love and (mostly) cannot indulge in over here.

Yea, there is nothing like the feeling of hopping on an international flight, popping a vitamin and ordering alcoholic beverages to get to that mellow spot and sit back and watch the kilometers fly by… Oh I guess I can include the duty free shopping in Paris @ Charles De Gaule airport. This has taken on a new level of awesome for me since I found where they stock the ginormous marscapone chocolate bars. AND Paris Vogue. It has to go in tandem, those two items. 

So, my miles have been accruing pretty rapidly in past years living abroad. Must say though that the ticket back to Hawaii (from anywhere really) IS NOT CHEAP… Luckily it's a bene that keeps on giving. On the flip side, going anywhere from Turkey, and Tunisia before that, requires the dreaded currency exchange… Definitely not a been… That really sucks in fact. Cup half full theory: more free air tickets faster!

I can also reflect on the weather. I'm used to it by now, but it is not ideal. Too many extremes- yet this is the case for much of the world I suppose. Harsh reality after living in paradise I suppose. Now when I realize I am complaining too much, I always like to remind myself of the 'cup half full' theory so… cold weather = BOOTS. Lots and lots of gorgeous boots. I mean, you can NEVER have too many pairs of boots if you live in an area with cold winters. I adore this half full cup indeed. In fact, I have to stop myself from thinking about the pair of boots I will discover in Portugal…

I am boot-obsessed for sure.  A quickie trip to Karamanmarash a few weeks ago left me pining over a pair of boots. Not for long though. I spy quickly, as did my travel partner. I saw them through the window. I came in. I explored further. I delved into unknown territory. I experimented. I purchased. I smiled. They are a beautiful pair of dark green suede 'Outback' ankle boots with a low heel. Who would have thought? I mean, Karamanmarash? Geeze. SCORE!

Last year was a kickass pair of blue suede high heel ankle booties. I mean HOT. I don't wear them often, but they look HOT in my closet even… All this- this is coming from a chick that possesses at least 13 pairs of slippers- all nicely distributed between various cities (Istanbul, Iron Mtn, Portland, Tunis, Ashland, NYC, Hawaii- in a few different locations) and here in G-tep where I possess 4 pairs of coveted Havaianas. Each pair, mind you, has a different purpose…

I really had no idea this post would morph into a shoe fetish tirade, but it did. I'll just end here right now. At this point in my writing stage, I honestly have no control over what ink I eek out on my blog. Nor do I care really. I'm amused and that is what matters really I suppose. I'm trying to provide an honest, interesting insight into my psyche here. This is just me and in my life, Every Day is a Hollyday!!!