This is to test the feed redirect…
It’s been 10 years since I started iliana.us . At first I used a simple html code to keep you posted on my whereabouts – a paragraph for each update, yes, the familiar <p>…</p>. A year later I switched to Google’s Blogspot – a great and easy tool to blog. But I feel the need for a more elegant way of presenting my humble writing and communicating with you – my readers and friends. I decided to put iliana.us and Life On The Go under one roof… As for my photography – older albums are on igbg.shutterfly.com , newer ones on Facebook (FB friends only). I hope to find a new ‘home’ for all photos soon.
Please be patient while the transition is taking place… and let’s hope it was a good idea
In my school days, I loved waking up early. Around 6 in the morning I would get to the city’s square and just sit there – in the still, sleepy atmosphere, with only the fountain’s splashing water sound reminding me that life has not stopped forever. Occasionally, a street sweeper would pass by, or early worker’s footsteps would make me turn my head and smile to them, and then an utter calmness would take over again. There was something magical about knowing that most everyone’s asleep; it felt peaceful and safe.
Other days I’d head to the main train station and I’d watch the opposite – lots and lots of people getting on and off the trains, rushing, heading to or coming from who knows where, their faces sort of caught in between asleep and awake. Unaware of my gentle intrusion, their confusion makes me smile. Newspaper stands would be already open and their business was at their peak. After making up what the dreams and the daily chores of some of the people might be, I’d giggle at my own silliness and head to school with a smile.
Perhaps we are all fishermen, waking up every morning to the promise of another day.
I have had a soft spot for Dutch men for years. As luck would have it, I met yet another ‘special one’ just before I was to move to Australia. Being a hopeless romantic I was willing to give it a chance, but all my friends sang the same refrain ‘Wait till you get to Australia and meet that 6 foot tall, 6 pack abs, blond surfer dude – you’ll forget all about Dutch men.’
Slowly, but inevitably the image sank into my mind…
Seen the Las Vegas show Thunder from Down Under?
So I flew on the wings of hope, dreaming of a 6 foot tall, 6 pack abs ( and may I add 6 inch … you fill the dots) blond surfer dude.
On my first (ever!) flight to Oz, I was seated next to a 22 years old boy from Delhi, on his way to college in Brisbane. So much for fate and ‘love is in the air’ with a surfer dude
Four months passed by and none of the Aussie guys I had met was a surfer, let alone blond, 6 foot tall and all the other extras. They were not even that much fun! Then I went for dinner with a girl from Sydney. ‘Oh, you didn’t know? – she said to me. – Melbourne is for intellectuals. The surfers are in Sydney and the Golden coast.’
Aha! Armed with that secret, I booked a flight to Sydney and stayed with friends only kilometer away from Bondi beach. Bingo! I walked the beach, back and forth, shamelessly eyeing up everyone with a surfing board. If they were 6 foot tall, they were quite skinny, and if they had the 6 pack abs, they weren’t tall enough. The closer one would get to my dream image, the further in age he would be!
Perhaps not. Perhaps in some distant corner Australia is saving for me the perfect surfer dude – 6 foot tall, 6 pack abs, and … blond. And perhaps he will be looking for a 40 years old hopeless romantic
Until then, I’ll be betting my chips on ‘import’ – average looking guys from anywhere, funny, sexy and kind.
+1 charm point for being Dutch
As if it’s not tough enough to be single (assuming you fail to snatch a romantic partner despite your best attempts), but 14 February comes as a slap in the face of single people every year.
I am not gonna bitch about my single life – for the time being it’s my choice. But some years ago, when I most sincerely was looking for love and not succeeding, it was most excruciating to witness shops, restaurants, bars, practically every social locale, turnings crimson red from hearts in all sizes. Arg!
So what, ‘Job well done, Cupid!’, two people are in love, yay!
Studies have shown that the end of January is the most depressing time of the year. Let’s add some more drama to it and have St.Valentine’s day two weeks later. Eeek!
I am sick of reading restaurant menus stating that paella is only prepared for two, that the tempting dream holiday in the Caribbean is priced on the basis of two, all the cheesy commercials with couples in love , diamonds, red roses and heart shaped balloons… Will you be my Valentine? That almost sounds like a one-night-stand proposition…Sure! Next day it’s 15 February. St.Valentine is gone, and so am I.
In the US, fortunately, your social status is not your future boss’s business, but in Europe they make you rethink your life choices all awhile you are making a career choice. ‘Do you have a family? Are you moving to ‘city/country name’ alone?’ How is that any of their business?!
A few years ago, my Bilbao-London flight was cancelled, and passengers were to be accommodated in a hotel for the night. A bus took us to a fancy hotel. First they accommodated the kids – a group of Spanish pupils was going on a field trip, then they proceeded with the families with kids, then the families and couples without kids, then everyone that was not traveling alone. The singles – about 11 of us, had to wait another 45 min on the bus. Somebody joked we should get to know each other to the point of forming ‘couple’ for the night, just so we get off the bloody bus (been 2.5 hours already). Will you be my Valentine?
So, what is Valentine’s Day all about? Are we celebrating love itself, or is this holiday exclusively for couples? And what about us, the single ones! Can we claim our own Holiday? What about Bachelors’ Day 6 months later, on 14th of August? A hot summer night party may actually up the numbers for Valentine’s Day…Sounds like a great idea to me! Until then…screw Valentine’s day!
Remember the poll I had on my blog?