Castle of Nantes
Greetings from Nantes – beautiful city in Brittany, crossed by the Loira river, French country.
I missed a lot travelling, being grounded in Amsterdam for more than 3 weeks recovering from the knee “let me check” surgery I had.
Full of joy and excitement, I stepped into another taxi to reach the beloved Schiphol airport, starting point for a business trip to Milano, Italy and then here in Nantes.
NOTE: The following post is written in Comic Sans font, because I think I’m funny.
I think everyone has some places that trigger curiosity, excitement, interest. Places we want to visit, we fantasize about, without really a reason behind it.
One of this places for me was Lisbon, Portugal.
After my brother showed me the movie Lisbon Story, by Wim Wenders, I got fascinated by the simplicity of the city and in summertime 2004 I did managed to go there to eat some bacalau.
Another place I always felt attracted is Israel.
It’s one of those places mistreated by the media, one of those places we tend to think that only bad things happen.
The proof was that when I told people that I was going to Tel Aviv for business, the most common comment I got was a sad “don’t take the bus!”.
I was there exactly, more or less, one year ago for the last of three visits I had chance to do there. Runnng on the beach at sunset with 15C while Amsterdam was frozen.
Tel Aviv sunset
While my friends and I repeated the celebration of the new year last Saturday, countdown included, the masses in New York City are confused about how to call it, this newborn 2012:
Continue reading “Two-thousand-twelve-ing, or Twenty-Twelve-ing?” »
In between Christmas, knee surgery and New Year Eve, I didn’t publish the post number 11 of my personal challenge, but on the other side, this time of the year is notoriously a time of self-indulgence and self-overfeeding so I forgive myself urbi et orbi.
Anyway, this is post #11.
In post-operation recovery I finished reading a self-help book that I really enjoyed: “How I Found Freedom in an Unfree World”, a classic written in 1973 by Harry Browne.
Harry Browne was an American and run twice for the Presidential campaign for the Libertarian Party…. yes, a self-help book written by a politician!?
Continue reading “Recommended book: How I Found Freedom in an Unfree World (Harry Browne)” »
As anyone in the blogosphere, I should write a post looking back to 2011 and another one listing the resolutions for 2012. Maybe I should say that “end of the year is always a good moment to stop and analyze” or something like that.
But truth to be told – I spent a fair amount of time already during the year thinking over what I’m doing, where I stand, what I want, how to get it etc. etc.
I even read a book called “What Should I do with my Life“!
Today if I shift my weight on the left leg, and bend the knee forming a 40-something degrees angle, I can clearly feel a tremble and a slight pain in the frontal-lower part of the knee, where the tibia (or shinbone or shank bone) and fibula (or calf bone) are connected.
Continue reading “My knee hurts! – and why this is good news” »
May, 2007 - Door to door: Amsterdam-Albiate, and back. Another crazy idea realized, only one week after running a marathon – but that’s another story.
With this week round-trip flight to Warsaw, Poland, I’m turning Gold.
Gold as the membership status of the frequent flyer program FlyingBlue, status that I’m reaching first time in my life after flight number 30 in an intense year of traveling, and also as you can imagine the only golden thing I could care about.
Having a blog with no goal but sharing my life makes tempting to write lots of good things about me.
But if you know me you know I’ve my shares of humanity so this week I decided to talk about failures…
Do you believe in coincidences?
In 30+ years here around planet Earth I came across situations so difficult to explain that I started feeling like an actor on stage in some absurd comedy.
I’m sure you know that feeling too.
Here some examples of what we call coincidences, stories involving unexpected encounters.