Sydney before the month's over - check !

Ok ! I'm back in Brissie and back in the books as a book-worm-should ! Just a heads up though ...I had a blast visiting Sydney and Canberra over the weekend (Sept 9-13).

Here is why...

A note to Mom and Dad: I flew at 9 pm on the 9th so luck was on my side, which is something I have been noticing more and more on my journeys. This is very much an ease on the mind.


I arrived in Sydney about 10:30pm (by the time I took the train into Central station it was much later) however my adrenalin rush was gradually increasing as I got closer to the city.....no, not from running to catch the train (as a member of the running-photography club), it was sheer excitement to see THE ultimate piece of monument (which was in my hear since way back when) and which could also (possibly) mark the end of my journey in Australia. The Sydney Opera House. At night. On the water. Another breath-taking view to add to my list of 'I-would-love-to-see...'.


For some there are postage stamps, but for me it's collecting memories/experiences from my travels has become highly addictive. Based on my action-packed school semester of endless hours spent writing assessments, I was worried about having to miss out on the adventures Sydney has to offer. However, with some last minute planning and having a welcoming friend living near my destination, allowed me to cross off both Sydney and Canberra on my "I-would-love-to-see" list.


Sydney Opera House was a highlight of this journey. To me, it seems so exotic, charged with national pride. Amongst the architectural wonders, it is one of the 'celebrities' which I was eager to see in person. It would have been amazing to attend one of the performances however, that will happen at a time when my bank account can support such activity. This time around it was strictly window-shopping: 'You can try it on, but better not. Only for the eyes'.




















While roaming the streets of Sydney (at 2 am, high on adrenalin, all thanks to the vibe of this amazing city), we tried to adjust to the rules of the road. I don't know what would have happened to us if it wasn't for these very handy and discretely written signs, you see. I just don't know how we could have survived each time we carelessly decided to step off the side walk and head across to the other side of the road. But just like any savvy backpacker would, we followed the instructions and looked both ways, even if the sign suggested to look only the one direction ...






















In the city, we stayed in a backpackers near Central station. It was an apartment style so we lucked out with an amazing view from our room. Sleeping near a wall of windows, I got to watch the traffic pass by at night. Seeing the busy streets, I forgot what it was like to live in a metropolitan city. In Brisbane there are moments where traffic resembles an urban jungle, however at night the city is asleep. No buses, no city cat, no trains, and only a few cars seen on the roads. Weekday or weekend, walking home at 3am, I was surprised to learn that little actually goes on at night in the land of BrisVegas ! However, Sydney is a whole different ball-game you see. (Not sure why I turn to sport-analogies now and then, just bare with me if you aren't familiar with the lingo)


Inside the hostel, on the elevator door was this picture, just BRILLIANT, and made us laugh ever time we hopped in. I pretty much pictured kangaroos beating up on tourist from the very first time I got to Oz. Since then, I had the chance to sit and mingle (even taste a few) of these humble creatures. I don't know what the big deal is. These animals look harmless but then again, each time I am near one, this picture describes exactly what goes through my head...



























From the kangaroos, to the kiwis ...wait what NO, try All Blacks ! Are you kidding me, am I in a dream all of a sudden. Ok fine, one of my life-goals states: to SEE an AB game on home turf, but meeting them in person COULD technically qualify as 'seeing them' ...why not ?!

So there you have it, in a city considered 'posh' in the southern hemisphere becomes THE place where I get to mix and mingle with the boys from the All Blacks. Richie and the gang signed my now eBay-worthy hat without me being able to tell them how awesome I thought they were. (I got a little too excited to actually talk to them ...) However, I'm sure the silence from me did not damper their day. Over 200 people, squeezed into an Adidas store (like sardines) and everyone just as excited as I was, waiting to tell the boys how big of a fan they were. A few clicks for picture, that's all the time we had. The team was playing Saturday night (that same weekend) in Sydney, which they happily but very closely won 23-22 I believe.














































Ok ... so moving on (or at least trying to)! It was hard for me to get back into sight-seeing mode once visiting with the boys ! It was a surreal and unexpected event, made me feel like I was on cloud 9 the rest of the day. However, we decided to check out a few areas and monuments around the city followed by a small adventure up to Manley and Bondi Beach (if I only have a few days in a place that's near a beach... guess where you can find me ...?!) Well, let me tell you, both are very nice places to go and visit. But first, before I tell you about the rest of our trip I need to confess on thing just now: I have a thing for parliament buildings and libraries. Not sure when this fetish developed but I have noticed that when I visit a country, city, or pretty much any place, I need to have access to one or both of these architectures. I was trying to blame this one my childhood and where I grew up. Hungary's parliament building has been one of the many architectural attractions where my heart skips a beat every time I see it: on TV, online, in person, all the time.

Sydney parliament house and libraries are much more attractive inside as it carries antique pictures and furniture but overall, I enjoyed the visit.


Now the BEACHES !!!!


Manly Beach

















The ferry ride was just breath taking .... sunny and warm. However, our way into the harbor these were the clouds waiting for us. I must admit it was a little scary as the winds were picking up and we could see pouring rain in the distance. But as usual, this shower ended once we touched land (a quickie).

























Day 2 - Bondi Beach

I don't even need to say much here, the pictures can do the talking. But if I had to say one thing: utterly-amazing !!!



































Nat and I pooped as usual after our amazing trek through Sydney and its beaches !!! Now we are waiting on some greasy fries and burgers to get us through to our next destination: to the nation's capital we go .... Canberra, ACT.






























Canberra, ACT

Floread





















Canadian embassy !!!!!!!!! Home and native land :-)






















China just for the kicks !!!





Fabulous weekend with fabulous friends and fabulous fun along the way !!!

The end

xo

My Catalonian little sister ...

Last week (Sept 3-7) I had the privilege to meet up with someone(s) very special. This person has become part of the Mares family officially (not exactly sure when) even thought we live across the Atlantic ocean and now the Pacific ocean too (we follow each other around the globe, so right now she is visiting me with her special person, her bf of five years).


I have meet up with this little lady every year since she was first introduced to my parents. Technically, she is my little sister because we both adore the same people: my parents. She has created a very special bond with my parents the very first time she came for an exchange-trip to Canada. Three years later and we still love to meet up with each other when our paths takes us near our homes and talk about ...my parents.

Life and school commitments seem to come in the way of our entertainment BUT we have always made the effort and hang out with the other person. First 2x it was she who came to live with my parents and do the visiting. Then, it was my turn to go for a quick hello and meet her family and friends in Spain. 48h was clearly not enough time to engage in a meet-and-greet activity, but it was what we had to manage.

Last week, my little Catalan sister and her bf rented the most retro campervan and came for a visit in Brisbane. Again limited by time, we still managed to spend a few days eating, sleeping and traveling together. We were true gypsies living on the road. Well, let me tell you something about these two, if all gypsies have as much fun and laugh as much as these two people, I'm dropping out of my masters and joining the gypsy life !!!

I have never (or have been a long time) since I have laughed this much. Both my sister and her bf were sooooo crazy funny, and I have lost my voice in just about 4-5 days of hanging out with them just from laughing so hard.






River-fire 2010



















Besides the wonderful times we shared, I was also thinking back to how this lady and I become such amazing friends. My thoughts brought me back to my kind and lovely parents. Thanks to them, I have this amazing person in my life who is extremely funny, kind and even though younger, ends up taking care of me each time we are on the road !!!!

Dear Clara, "I am the older", therefore let me take care of you from now on, Sincerely, Renata :-)












xoxoxo
R ;-)

Life Goal #60

Life Goal #60 deserves a post of its own.

This is because I would like to give a special mention to a certain someone that I know and respect dearly. Jim, my land lord is a vary creative man with ideas and thoughts to share. He represents one of my life goals which is so dear to a life goal I hope to accomplish one day.

You see, Jim has written a book called Bittle Creek and it is probably one of the funniest books I have read. This book is written in an Australian tone, told by someone from a rural community. The book might be based on everyday life, but to me it also represent my landlord and I can relate to the book very much as I have had the chance to live with Jim for quite some time now (even if it's only through email contact).

So, he is my hero in a way because not only because he has written his own creation (soon there will be another book finished up which I am also excited to read), but it's very funny, sincere, and it challenges me to think about what I would like to write once the time comes.

In addition to Jim's ability to writing creative literature and making me eager to get started on my project, I have also wanted to have a book signed by the author themselves. Jim has fulfilled this dream and has been kind enough to sign my gifted copy of Bittle Creek.

I have met (and lived) with the author of a very funny book and own a signed copy of his work. Goal accomplished.

Thanks Jim !




This is Jim and Julie, at one of our famous cook-outs





R :-)

New additions ...

here are some additions to the list from before ...

#29 Run 5km in Bridge to Brisbane - it was supposed to be 10km but I told my synchro girls that if they run with me I will sacrifice my 10 for 5 .... should be fun :-)
























#30 Get my nursing license transferred :-)

Process started Sept 2, 2010 ....we will have to wait and see what comes of it !



#31 Learn on song on a musical instrument - piano: Vietnamese School song


#32 finish my papers before the due date


#33 get a scooter


#34 this is a toughy - stop biting my nails (date: Dec 31, 2010)


#35 Swim a 2km ocean swim (or another 1km but MUCH faster)

Rock 2 rock


















#36 get active again


#37 taking a Global perspective - advocate towards MDG #5











Please visit and get on board ! This band-wagon is worth jumping in on !


WHO on Improving Maternal Health






Just cause I love this video :-)







#38 volunteer again


#39 visit Tasmania


#40 Sydney and Canberra with Natalie


#41 make a trip home (aka: where ever my parents are) once a year (no excuses)


#42 it's still half full :-)


#43 work as a nurse in Cambodia and Vietnam


#44 get moving


#45 stop being a wuss and 'man-up' to the cold showers in my QLD-house


#46 (when the waters are warmer (in Sept I hope) get out surfing once a week


#47 get back to photography


#48 take a life of a huntsman (just once, it's cruel otherwise) - not yet accomplished 0-2

















#49 read the list of books (from Julie's collection) over the head of my bed (6 more to go) then pick new ones from Julie's collection ...




#50 make time ...


#51 meet an innovator and a gentleman: Stiglitz




















#52 give ...this time to the kids in Fiji




















#53 hike




















#54 bake




















#55 Read: The Te of Piglet - Benjamin Hoff




<----- some would argue it's me :-) #56 sleep more :-) #57 make a funny face :-)















#58 become a veggie for a month (in support of my roommate)




















#59 see how long I can STAY a veggie (in support of Lacey and Karissa!)















2005 ?






















#60

Accomplishments so far ...

The resources are limited but the ideas are endless. The immediate responsibilities are calling yet all I can think about is how else to indulge in life's pleasures :-)

I am re-visiting the list to make sure I didn't miss any new ideas and check off those which are completed.


Australia/ New Zealand
1) Check out most of the East coast (Cairns to learn scuba diving)
2) Drive to Perth then to Darwin ----> Alice ---> Tazmania
3) Glacier climbing in NZ
4) watch an All Blacks home game
DONE 5) visit Fiji as a tourist
DONE 6) Learn how to surf - Noosa's main beach ....and I ride goofy if you are interested :-)


Other Travels:
7) work at the WHO (Geneva) - hmmm maybe .... still hesitant

8) Canadian cross country tour (once I'm back on home turf)

9) India for yoga lessons

10) India for cooking school

11) Cultures to experience from up close: Thailand, Indonesia, Malaysia, Japan

12) Back pack: Greece (Croatia), Italy, Morocco, Netherlands, France, Germany, Malta, Sweden (maybe more ?) - Roxy, you better be ready cause here I come :-)



Life interests:
13) publish a book (I have some ideas for the chapters now)

14) learn to play the guitar (lessons might start in Australia)- I did start, however, thanks to my Vietnamese roommate I can now play another song on the piano

15) Try to make as many ethnic foods as possible- curry (variety of colours), authentic stir-fries, Fanta-chicken (or Cola), cabbage rolls, a list of soups (egg, potato, veggie with broth, vaggie with cream), banana bread b/c it's my fave :-)

16) fly in a hot air balloon

17) volunteer at a community centre - this is my very next :-)

18) sing more, laugh more, dance (more if feet allows for)

19) love :-)

20) stay positive (more)

21) sit with Granny and talk (asap) - I will call her soon

22) own a specific car and motorcycle (won't elaborate on this because I do feel a sense of guilt for wanting these 2 things)

23) Reunite in Hawaii with the Guelph peeps at the age of 30



Career goals:
#7 - work at WHO (first, back to the roots)

24) one day, (sigh) work in a hospital again, anywhere ...

25) Develop policies which promote health and justice in the world - MDG #5

26) collaborate on an NGO mission

27) take a stand for health care by participating in a munk debate



Sport/ leisure activities:
27) score in water polo (on a break away) - polo is on hold at the moment :-)


28) possibly get involve in coaching synchro again - create, encourage, empower - This was a TRUE attempt however, due to politics and logistics beyond my control I have decided to end my synchro career here and now, it's been great to know synchro but I think 2010 is my official retiring year, unless I suddenly get a phone call .... then a few more months but by Dec I am done :-) (maybe it's for the better)

Summing up the 1st Q and looking on to the next...

It is 11:11 on Aug 22, exactly 49 minutes and 1 month away from entering my Q2 and what better way to avoid writing my major paper (which is due in 2 days) then to take some time and look back on Q1.

These Q's I'm talking about are life quarters. I can confidently say that I have had an amazing first quarter and if I were to make a basketball/water polo analogy here is what I would have say:

I owned the court/pool and gave it my all. I kept my eye on the prize and played this 1st quarter with all my heart in the game. Defensively, I choked at times and let the game have the best of me but I always knew to brush-away the disappointments and get my head back in the game. I payed close attention to some of the mistakes during this first quarter and tried my best to follow through with corrections learned form myself (while playing this game) and from people on the side lines: my #1 coach(es) (Mom and Dad), some of my teammates (my friends) and even from the on-lookers from the distance, cheering me on.

During the game, I visualized before I made each move. I was told that visualizing yourself doing something (not watching but rather being in the moment as you visualize the act) allows for your body to move some of your smaller muscle fibers into positions which are needed during a highly skillful act. An example for this is scoring. So, I visualized myself completing each shot I took on net, each stroke I pulled through the water, and each dribble towards the net (this took place off-court while at rest) in hope that my body will adjust. So once I was back on the court or in the water, it was my time to shine. My body, confident, as if I have done these skills before, I would try and charged at the net to score.

I did not score every time. Most times I didn't even make it half way to the net. But, because I was able to navigate my body and prepare it before hand, I was also able to correct mistakes faster during the game. I never made the same mistake twice on the court, but I definitely made lots of mistakes. They were always new and unique as my skill advanced to the next level. At times, this was very frustrating because I started to question my ability in perfecting my skills. However, as the quarter advanced I realized that perfection is not about doing everything right all the time. It's about experiences, good and bad, and the body saying: 'yup, done this before and this is what you should do in this case', it's being able to think on your feet when the situation gets stressful. This is called automatic movements, sub-conscious, and it's developed over time, or in my case, visualization would be another way to speed up the process. With time, dedication, patience and a lot of passion for the game I have been able to master the skills needed to get to the net and even score at times.

I never counted my goals/swish. I never had time to sit and watch the ball touch the net. Once I did, and my coach (my actual polo coach) yelled at me to "Get BACK ON D! What are you doing day-dreaming! And sure enough, the next minute the other team scored on us. After that, I never cared about my score, just shot, and sprint back to be ready on defense. See, being able to play both side of the court/pool is something I still have to develop. I don't know if I'll ever master this skill but I am getting better at it each day. I know what I need to do, but I'm not fast enough and skillful enough just yet. Also, at times I do get a little lazy and enjoy 'cherry-picking'. I mean, who doesn't like to sit back and enjoy a hard work's outcome.

It can't be always work work work. Instead, I know to pick my battles. I give it my all when I go to score on net, then take it easy to allow others to shine. I can't always be in the light. Plus, this way I can take a break while still in the game and re-charge my batteries. However, if I'm needed I am always there if a teammate needs me. So my head never takes a break and I always pay attention to what goes on around me.

Q1 has been definitely a fabulous way to start this game. I learned about myself as an athlete (person), got to know my team better and how we work best together, and got to develop my skills under various distractions. My coaches are the most supporting bunch ever and I am very lucky to have their knowledge and skill be passed onto me. It is comforting to know that they are not just there to discuss my performance but they are as excited about my success as I am.

To summarize the first quarter:

I feel that I played well, definitely have room for improvements but if I can keep this momentum going I am one happy camper. I have to pace myself and make sure that my energy doesn't run out in the second quarter since the crowd and my teammates are counting on me. I have to play smart and stay positive when things don't happen my way. To play well I have to focus and visualize my moves as they need to be performed and stop worrying on what I did wrong. For every mistake I do I have to remember the number of things I did correct. If I can keep this in my head I will have a similar second quarter or I could take Q1 and make Q2 even better.

Gosh, if I had time to translate everything I just said into real stories and memories I would be up all night and as you might recall from the introduction I have a major paper due in 48 hours. One of my life goals is to publish a book one day. Not for fame but for myself. I hope that time will slow down so I can spend some of my days typing out all the amazing experiences in Q1. I have to or else Q2 will fill up my brain and Q1 will be stored too far back in my memory bank lol.

I think that's all for now .... but this blog will have to be further expanded before this month expires.


xo
R :-)

a friend tells me ...

"Never let your memories be greater than your dreams." -uk



"Courage is not the absence of fear but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -uk

I believe She's amazing

From a friend ...to another, goes the ripple.

Check out this video... I just can't get enough of it!






Feels good right!

It is a video created at the Toronto Eaton Center and http://www.ibelieveshesamazing.com is where you can find out more information about the cause.


Now go on and make someone feel just as good !



Supporting cancer research in small ways ...

R :-)

Sun-kissed in Noosa !

Things have been a little chaotic ever since I got back from Fiji ...but it all has been a fun-but-not-sure-how-to-explain type of disorder. My family would describe this as the usual me: the tornado has touched down and is on the move, but I would like to think of it as: me living it up ...because I can lol!

Moving beyond the sour-times, I have decided to take a trip back to Noosa since last time it was just a click, sleep, then heading back at 6am!

I felt that I needed to truly give Noosa a second try and stay over night or 3. It is quite a hike to this place but it's worth every minute. From the 1.5h train ride that takes you through the glass house mountains to the bus ride through the breath-taking vegetation (beautiful greens, banana trees, and of course as mention before: sugarcane !!!), and an amazing 5km walk between Marcus beach and Sunshine beach only to realize that the sun sets "Not on the water????!" heheh

Side note: I finally saw some sugarcane being sold at the Saturday market in Brissie! I think I'm saved.

Back to the sunset! As I am doing my 5km hike (surprised that I'm walking? didn't think so, but I had to get a candid-shot of Marcus beach, and I bet my bro doesn't even know I did this for him lol), the sun begins to set so in response I pick up the pase and start walking faster. As I'm doing my speed-walk (perfect biomechanics) with Gregory on my back (that's right, my bag has a name ...and no this time it was not me who decide on the name, it's just happen to be the brand I choose because the colour goes with my skin tone) the sun seemed to pick up a race with me. I can see Noosa head so I'm thinking "no worries, I can make it before sun set", however, the faster I walk the faster it becomes dark. Just for kicks, I even ease my strides and slow down ....but nope, it's getting dark ....and fast !

As time goes on I realize that I'm panting. I am now almost in a slow jogging-mode trying hard to get off the sands before Noosa head disappears in front. I also notice that the water seems awfully dark. Almost aerie. I always remember sunsets making me feel warm and fuzzy inside but this time I feel like I should be running in the opposite direction to the waves. What is different here ? Sun to my left and water on my right. Sun left, water ...right? hmmm

Omg ! Sunset is away from the water! Never before I have seen the water with dark shadows within the waves, like caves, inviting you in. Serious. The tops of the wake, foamy white, just like whipped cream, but underneath that aerie dark fold of the wave. I hope I'm not scaring people away as I'm describing this but it is definitely something one has to see and experience in person. These shadows come just before complete sundown. Once it's complete darkness you cannot see anything really, only hear the waves crashing, which I find soothing. But going back to just before sun down, the waves are a tease.

Of course my camera cannot capture these waves but then again maybe it's for the best. I'll let it tease you and maybe you come and see it for yourself :-)

Funny that I didn't notice this at Surfers, because thinking about this now, sun there also sets away from the water. However, the tall buildings and the distractions on the Gold Coast take away from the effect, so I believe.

I finally arrive to Sunshine beach and end up at the surfing club. There I get directed to the nearest hostel, but of course by this time I cannot tell the streets apart. So I aimlessly walk around till a lady says to me: "You look lost. I think you need a hostel, so come with me". Not to be frightened here, she was walking her cute dog and being a nice lady offering to help me. As we walk, she asks where I'm from and get talking a bit, and as we arrive to the hostel "Dolphin backpackers", she tells me that there is a city called Toronto in NSW and that's also where she was born. "What a small world", I say and thank her very much for the guidance. As always, I thank fate for being kind to me and for sending me a lady who was born in Toronto but not in Canada.
I think it's cute !

And then I thank Karma (again) for taking me to a place where there is a Buddha statue greeting me :-) I have found Zen away from my zen (called home)

As I often do, I catch myself smiling and thinking to myself: of all the backpackers, I found the one that resembles (possibly) Indonesia. It's green, it's quiet and it's where I'm going to spend 3 nights (I got a deal if I stayed 3 nights lol).

It's funny because (having no plans) a lot ends up happening in the next few days ...but all is great :-)

First night I'm there, I get rid of my things, and head to the front desk to ask about surfing. I learn that the board rental is free and I am told that there are 2 guys who work at the hostel and could possibly take me out in the morning ...I just have to go and ask them. One of the guys, as he's jamming on his guitar, talks to me and says that he has to work tomorrow, but we end up chatting for a while anyways. Then his friend comes for a visit, a girl who's from Montreal, and we end up making plans for the next day to go and catch some waves. And finally, one more guy joins us, to make it 4 and this sets off some amazing euchre games for the rest of the night! Good company, good chats, and of course since the ladies are winning, some great euchre playing !

It's 9am, and as promised, I am ready to head out with my board and meet up with this girl. I am pumped but do not have any expectations other than preparing for the cold water. It's sunny and I'm in the zone. I have visualized being on the board (and at times bailing in the waves just so it's not totally unexpected). I feel giddy inside and just wanting to run into the waves! As I meet up with my new friend she introduces me to her boarding buddies (who actually work at a surfing school and are about to start their first lessons for the day, jack pot!) They lend me a wet suite but it's actually so sunny that I'm sweating....for the first time since May!

I zip up, I grab my board (get a crash course on standing up) and off we go!

The next 3 hours just fly by. I am learning to balance on my own. Getting the feel for the board. Half-way through I switch my board with my friend b/c her's is wider and sure enough much easier to stand up on as a beginner. Up and down, and crash, and swim back, and paddle, and up and fall, and this goes on for about 3 hours. The sun is warm and the waves are just awesome. As times goes on my legs are tired, my arms are jelly, but I am soooooo close to standing up, so I keep going.

Finally, I call a break when the salt water makes my lips sting. Otherwise I would have kept on trying. My arms are heavy and my legs are on fire. Not my muscles but my skin. Oh ouch, I look down and just above my knees it's red and shinny where skin used to be. Honestly, I didn't even care b.c my adrenaline was still through the roof.

:-) <--- my sun-kissed face after surfing


I was so pumped and happy that another goal has been accomplished. But more happy that it felt as amazing as I have imagined it (even thought I said no expectations).

After the waves, we also checked out the National park, just a bit, near Tea Trees and it was breath taking. I'll have to go back to see the entire National park since I was told Koala's enjoy hanging out there in the wild.

At night, we all grabbed a few beers and hit the dance floor !


It's 6 am ! Oh god, I promised my new friend that I would make it to yoga. I must get up. A promise is a promise (hence why I never make promises so not sure what happened here).

I have the best yogi experience and start my morning off just amazing! But still feeling a little off from surfing the day before, I let my friend go surfing as I pass out and sleep on the sand. The best sleep I have had in a long time. The aerie waves are now sparkling in the sun this morning, and sunrise has never been so fabulous (but then again, I never make it to sunrise, and not sure if I will again lol). I feel like I'm at complete peace. My body still sore from surfing and now yoga, and I watch as about 30 people out on the water all trying to catch the best wave of the morning. My friend is also out there and if my arms didn't feel like they were rocks I would be out there with him. As he takes a break we chat, discuss life and its strange ways and continue to sleep on the warm sand.

As we see dolphins jumping and swimming around the surfers I think to my self: yup, this is for real. I'm having just the best morning ever (sore arms, back, and all)
:-)

The sun does end up fading today and so is my energy. I am pooped but still end up doing stuff during the day: lunch, shopping, etc..... chilling like it's my day job :-)
(who knows when I will have a chance to do nothing all day long)

On our last dinner with the gang, we end up cooking a feast and play one last awesome-female-dominated euchre :-)

My tan has faded but I have some marks left on my legs from surfing. I wish I could just pick up and head out to the water again but ....Monday is back to reality.

A winter break to remember: surf, sun, and sand :-)

Polish: Zycie jest piekne



R :-)
xo

Canadian-invasion Fiji style :-)

After a fast and furious Fiji exploration what better way to spend one week than re-discovering Brissie and its near by exotic destinations with a friend from Fiji. A friendship created on sheer coincidence but the timing could not have been better !

From day 1 Fiji was an ultimate hit but the first round of troops were a little low on enthusiasm for travel. There was a little overcast but why should that stop us from having a ball. Well, whatever it was, the ball never happened. Until Day 2 when 2 Canadians meet me (another Canadian, and say what you want, I am one :-P ). Talk about right timing ! (it's not that Canucks are the only fun people, because as you might remember Day 1 started with 5 Germans, 2 Italians, and 2 from the Solomon islands and we had a ball !!!) But for some reason amongst the different nationalities us 3 were ready to try out just about everything.

So now, post-Fiji, I have unpacked, trying to get things done at home before it's time to get back on the road to Malaysia and Indonesia. Got my courses selected and paid for, all I have to do is enjoy my time at home and off we go !

Not so fast! A ring from a friend and I have the whole week planned for trips around Brissie. My friend from Fiji is coming for a week to visit and she's eager to discover. Not a problem.

Week's plan:
- no plan, do as much as we can and see as much as we want to

Dunzooo !

The results please:
- Mt Cootha
- Koala sanctuary
- Modern art gallery
- Botanical garden in the city
- Fortitude valley and everything it has to offer on a Sat night lol
- South bank in the city
- Surfers
- Byron (2 days)
- Noosa - Main beach only

I now have exactly 5 days to pack and figure out my trip that's coming up real soon :-)

What a week of adventures !!!

I have also realized how much I actually run and walk on a regular day. We had several 'running' jokes going where it was about me walking somewhere too far or running for the bus. Well, how else are you going to get anywhere if you don't run for the bus ???????? Other wise you waste your time waiting and wishing ... hahah little JJ in there :-)

So, back to me running. On one of our regular fast moving-day of adventures (probably on foot) we are to catch the last bus home and I tell my friend this: I won't ever make you run if you make this bus ! So we run from Roma St to stop 40 on Adelaide and catch the last bus. We were proud and she was to never run again no matter where we go. Until the next day, we are walking somewhere, and I catch my self sprinting away from my friend and then I stop, turn back around and walk with her the rest of the way to our destination.

HAHAH


It is so funny. Of course the first movie comes into my head as we are laughing at me is the one with Jim Carry called - Yes man. In this movie, his new girlfriend holds a running club in the early mornings where they also take photography. This is called a running photography club. Well that's all we needed to talk about, hahah we couldn't stop laughing at the though.


After making all these hilarious jokes about me one of our trips does become the exact photography club we have been laughing about. We are heading up to Noosa and we have no idea how long it actually takes. We haven't planned any of our road trips so why start now on our second last day. We take a long train ride then an even longer bus ride (On this bus ride I notice the beautiful vegetation of North QLD and ........ OMG it's sugar cane !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I thought I parted with sugar canes in Fiji but thanks to the northern climate of QLD I have been saved. I must go back) !

We get to Noosa at about 5 pm and sun sets at about hmmm 5:30 .....Main beach is 45 min walk from where we got dropped off in the village..... "let's start walking people" !!!!

HAHAHAH

We are walking through neighborhoods, trying to figure out how we are going to get back to Brissie for 10 am on Saturday morning since I have coaching to do !!! Ahhh ....the more we walk to more we realize that we are staying the night and that we have to figure out away to Brissie in the next few hours while the sun is still up. BUT WE STILL DON'T HAVE A SUNSET PICTURE......


so we walk ....starts raining ....... but we walk through it all, through a rainbow (I thought it was amazing) and walked all the way to the Main beach ..... there we took a picture of the sun-set and the beach... we started laughing ....turned around to walk back and figure out where we are going to sleep for the night ....and how we are going to get home in the AM !

Omg, too funny ! Looking back now that is. We ended up finding a backpackers waaaay back where we came from b/c the ones on Main beach were full. That was the least of our concern. The first bus is at 6 am ...leaving from Main beach...!!!

OMG, WE ARE WALKING AT 4 AM BACK TO THE BUS stop .... ahhhh ! hahahahha
(I offer to cab it ...but we both say ...what's the difference now, we have walked all week haha)




We make it back to Brissie on time! Saturday night when we go out with a few of my friends, everyone is laughing at me AGAIN ! Glad I can be so amusing for everyone hahahah omg too funny

What a true sport this girl! I officially feel terrible for being the worst tour guide of the week. But then again, when we both look back .... it was like Fiji all over again. HHAHA go-go-go every day ....we had good training.

All I can say is this: We had a fabulous week and for sure got all the pictures to prove it!

Great week lady and hope school goes well for you !!!!
If not get a transfer and move in lol


For everyone else readying this: if you are looking for the best tour experience- Brissie and 2 coasts in 7 days, with variety of exercises, call me :-)



Jokes, total jokes! hahaha

Where was I ....oh yes, OMG get packing, KL and Bali in T-5 !!!


R :-)

2 phone calls, one good juicy life -lesson

Phone call #1

July 14 @ 10 am and my phone rings. It's my travel buddy and she's telling me that the trip is off. Our flight leaves at 8 am on the 16th. Shit Renata, now figure this one out in the next 24 hours.

I hang up the phone, and head to the kitchen where my German friend is having breakfast. We met in Fiji and he is backpacking Oz. When he needed a place to stay, it was natural that I would offer a bed to stay a few nights. But I did not think that he will have to put up with my dilemma this morning. I am in the 'lost' zone: that's a place in my head where I smile and act normal but my head is processing all information 100x the speed of light. I am now googling in my brain: money, places to stay in Bali, my family, decisions, meeting friends at 12:30 for lunch as promised, getting my German friend to the bus station, my sheer existence and purpose in this world, etc. It's almost like a tsunami in my own head where everything I know and information I keep in there spills over my brain mass. The only difference is that I do not get a cooling effect from this experience. The opposite happens in fact. I produce heat (which is a nice feeling and something new when you live at Hawken Dr.) lol

10:30 am
Red in the face, I say morning to my friend. I tell him the news about my trip and he says: "aw that's bull-shit" in the best German accent. hahah I smile and said no worries, I will still go.


2:30 pm
Lunch with friends. Hours later we are all excited b/c Renata is going to KL and Bali alone!!! She can handle anything. My head is still flooded by the tsunami from the AM ....but the excitement and the encouraging words of friends make me think: "Comon Renata, you are old enough to travel alone. You got this. How hard can it be to travel in a high-security, annual terrorist attack-type of place, where westerners are hated dearly. A white-Caucasian female should have a blast, right?"

Wrong!

This thing called my gut, others call it instinct, and in nursing we calling ...hmmm I believe we called it nursing-instinct (it's something other than scientific evidence but gives you the appropriate and positive outcome) was turning and the shakes were coming on. This physiological response occurs to me when my body is trying to get my head to catch up and work together. My head tends to be a tad behind schedule at times. Not always, I mean, I have made it to the ripped year of 25 but at times I do get burned b/c the brain is lagging.

Something doesn't feel right here.

Each time something big happens (using a trip as an example) I start off thinking: ok this time I won't get my parents involved because they will get worried for me. And every time I thought this, it worked (this however occurs at a time when I am fully prepared, know everything about my trip, and my parents have only a few minutes to say bye, give me kisses and I'm gone with the wind). Another reason would be because my back-up plans did not involve anyone but myself and my own 'plan B's. However, in this case, my parents and some friends were going to be my back-up in case of disaster (now that my friend is out I did not have time to find info on anything, so if I was stuck they were it). If ANYTHING were to go wrong I don't think I could forgive myself (Ok, so remember, I know nothing about KL and Bali b/c I did not research anything about these places. Why? B/c my travel buddy said she's got it under control, and well, I believed her). I have a strong belief in making decisions and choices based on my own resources: money, time, energy, back-up plans, etc. I never go into something if I cannot fully commit to it ALONE (getting myself into and out of trouble). Since I have been providing for myself, my travels, my hobbies or anything I pay for for that matter is outside of what other people can afford to help me out with. Therefore, how could I ever expect someone else to help me out with my luxurious get-aways when something goes wrong. Unrealistic really.
(plus, it comes with being independent and getting used to enjoying luxurious get-aways before lol)


Overall, at 5pm I am still thinking that I am going. I have already made arrangements with another friend to get me to the airport and now I sit and wait for the parentals to call.

10 PM
I finally talk to mother and she's not happy. If you would know my childhood you would understand my mothers concerns. I do not look fro trouble, but trouble has had some close calls with me. So I listen like a good daughter should, and for the first time I felt the same scare my mother was feeling for me. Strange, is this something that comes with age?

I said one thing and one thing only. Call my brother please. Never in my 25 years have ever called on my brother for anything. We think very different. His answer was no, please do not go. I listened. Not because of him but because of what went through my head at that time: I knew that if I went to Bali it would require the whole family to worry. It would consume everyone even family in Romania. It would worry some friends but not much, however if I needed help it would put pressure on great friendships. My brother's no made me realize how much people actually care about me. Everyone who has been there for me, encouraged me to travel have wanted me to just sit this one out. I want to sit this one out for the sheer reason of me and my decision as well. I have to be happy with my choice and can't blame it on anyone else.

I feel very lucky to have such wonderful people in my life who care so much about me. Going to a silly 9-day trip with a possibility of something happening (even if nothing would have, just the sheer thought that something could) was not worth for putting these relationships on the line. In the long run, I want to build my relationship with my family and to this point I have put enough strain on these people. I am filled with adventure and ideas but never once considered others who worry for me. It feels amazing once you turn back and notice. And I think this was the right time to turn back.

I finally talk to my travel friend and we had a little tiff about what exactly happened. All day I was in the 'zone' but by this time I was furious. It has finally hit me (what is going on) and I now have the courage to explain my concerns. Life is difficult for her and I completely understand that. But just because my life is one dimensional (compared to her's) it does not mean that I can drop a few hundred dollars b/c her life is a mess right now. This sauga is still in the works and not sure what exactly will be resolved ...but IT WILL be resolved today.

I might lose a friend on this one ...but have gained a special lesson about relationships and listening to my instincts. When traveling, alone or with someone, there are people who worry for me. I don't think I will ever travel the same from now on. I now understand the responsibilities I have and owe to these people (who care for me) to make mature decisions about where I go and what I do. If I do not feel prepared for an adventure I will not attempt it because if anything were to happen the results effect everyone of these loving individuals.
(It took me 7 years of traveling to finally learn this lesson and I am very happy that I get away with only a few scrapes in Fiji hahah)



Phone call #2

July 15, and I feel like crap. I don't want to socialize with my German friend but I have to try and be nice. We chat in the morning while we have breakfast and then he's off on his adventures again. He's going to Byron and I wish I could go with him but I have the urge of going to campus and figuring out my life in the last week of holidays (school starts in full force the 26th).

As I'm walking to school my phone rings. Don't recognize the number but I'll answer just to see what is up. At first I think it's the phone company and I'm ready to hang up. Then the gentleman on the other end of the phone says something about Synchro ! OMG, it's the club president. We end up talking about stuff which have been bothering me and I have been worried about. There is the usual synchro politics and to be honest, after just 2 days of coaching I was ready to quit. I am just too fed up with BS and at this point I need zen in my life, over qualified or not. He called to explain his concerns with the out-going coach and that he wants me to take over the club. He has given me the ok from the exec and that everyone is behind me 100%

"everyone behind Renata 100%"

Is there a theme here :-)
I am back on cloud 9 and loving life !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am given full charge of the club and the teams. I am going to be coaching both Wed and Sat. And because I am not going on this trip anymore I will be around to get involved much more and get the ball rolling for the Oct 1st competition. Talk about a phone call from out-a space :-)

I have said this oh 100 times if not more and could keep repeating myself over and over: but I am one lucky girl! I don't know how but I have no control over my life yet it is the BEST life for me :-) I don't organize much but something always happens for my benefit.

"everything coming-up Renata" - is also my favourite quote I learned from someone, and I think it's the most appropriate at this time.

2 phone calls and one life-lesson later, I am back on track and loving how busy I am :-)
(now I just need a little karma in my career and can't ask for more)

I think that's all I can explain for now...

Chee with Suay Nqam (life is beautiful) - this is in Thai thanks to my lovely friend who brought this to me from her trip in Thailand !!!

xoxox
R :-)

home away from home

Trying something new.

A friend asked me to house sit for a few days and feed their cute pus-pus while they are away. I said sure thing! I have been needing a pet-fix (miss my little tom-cat Sergio) and what better way then to take care of someone's cat for a little while. He will give me just enough attention I need right now :-)

The cozy heated little home was a zen. I was watching TV as my new little furry friend purred and massaged his claws as his sitting on me. Peaceful and warm. This cat reminded me of Sergio so much. He rolled around in your lap when petting his belly, he liked to massage your tummy before curling into your lap for a snooze. Oh, now I miss my little guy ! This little fella however was only half the size of Sergio. Much easier to pick up and hold in your lap. Sergio has outgrown his owners lol..... Mom, let's put him back on your amazing diet. ha !

It was fun to have a place to myself however, I wouldn't change having a roommate for now :-)
We have some pretty good jamming sessions on the piano now and then. (Even though a little puppy for a few months 'would' be fun to have around lol)


Joking landlords !

xo

Chilly in Brissy - June 28th marks the coldest day since this time last year

To all those non-believers and believers who say I am too soft:

Yes, I am Canadian, and yes I do know what -30 degrees feels like in a heated car, with warm clothes on and while being in an insulated house (heater cranked to 25+). But I never imagined what an Oz winter 'could' be like.

Some of my dear Canadian friends who have paid a visit to Oz before me (and have stayed for months at a time) had this to say: "Pack for a hot climate, and in winter you will need a few sweaters but nothing major". "Winter weather in the day time is never less than 15-20 degrees". With this in my mind I think to myself: oh, great, I will wear thongs (aka: flip-flops) and swim wear throughout the year !!! (Good-bye to all my knitted sweaters and scarfs, since you won't be needed in Oz)

Not quite.

This is what I wear on an average day when staying indoors/ to bed:
(Since June 28th till today, June 29th @ 9 am record cold reported in Queensland)
- undershirt
- long sleeves
- sweater
- Soccaroos scarf (warmer then all my other light scarves)
- yoga pants
- "Uggs" boots (when I get out of bed/shower)
- socks
- blanket wrapped around my body
- blanket under my duve
- duve
- hot beverage with me: tea or coffee or just plain hot water (with honey) to drink

(at times I would even sleep with my only jacket I have with me from home)


I have been dressing and drinking like this since the end of May and my finger tips can't seem to stay warm once my mug runs out. The weather is definitely something you have to experience in person. To bare the cold inside my house you must load on the clothes and when deciding to head outside you quickly rip off the layers and run out the door to stand under the sun.

Winter in QLD is comfortable. To say 'winter' and see the sun shining while flowers bloom is something I can (and already have) get used. However, at any time of the day, rain or shine, you enter 46 Hawken Dr. and you feel as if you have entered into a fridge. (This statement have been supported by Canadian and Australian and German friends of mine). I now understand the mechanism a 'Queenslander' house (homes typically built in this state of Australia are known for the amazing breeziness and the ability to stay cool in the warmest temperatures - and in my case, stays cold in the coolest temperatures as well !)

The first time I laid eyes on 46 Hawken I adored the place and felt a real connection to the unique zen throughout the house. In the first few months living here, I got a taste of the Ozi heat-wave but felt quite comfortable both day and night in my breezy new place. Then, at the end of May (and to present), something very interesting occurred: each morning and each night it would get so cold that I find myself loading on the layers. Before, I used no covers, now I had 4 blankets and my only coat on me (and the list of other things mentioned above) in bed. Taking a shower when outside read single digits was the most awakening experience. "Ah, so maybe this is what it was like to shower in Romania (with no heat) while Ceausescu was in power". Mom has told me a few stories during those times and how food and electricity was also scares. For me, my only major challenge was keeping warm each morning and night.

Now, bring in the Uggs! First off, I would like to explain how intolerant I was of these Neanderthal-like foot-ware as it invaded UWO's (and most uni) undergraduate student population during my past studies. Uggs with tucked in lulu's (these are a brand of yoga pants) during the Canadian winter-slush seemed like it was the most posh look one can sport. However, times change and so has the weather in Brissie to something that requires little more then socks and pants. As I am comfortably writing this blog, I am wearing yoga pants (not naming the label) tucked into my brand new Uggs (not the real deal) and sending many thanks to whoever invented these boots. I still do not approve of them being worn during the Canadian snow season, but I now have an appreciation and an understanding why these were invented in Australia in the first place. Let's keep these cute and furry invention to those that need them the most :-)

(To be totally honest, none of my Ozi friends believe me when I tell them that Uggs in Canada are worn out in public. They actually smile at the thought that anyone would find such creation as a fashion statement. Uggs were invented to keep feet warm indoors in homes like the Queenslanders which are built for maximum air-cooling -effect! Oh, I also forgot to mention surfers who use Uggs to quickly warm up the toes after being in the water)

So there you have it folks. Winter in Oz during the day-time is cool and comfortable. Once the sun disappears though it's a whole different experience. Thanks to my old roommate, I now have a heater and happily enjoying my sauna hoping that the hydro bill won't be through the roof.

To try and conserve water and electricity, I started consuming over and beyond my normal intake of tea and coffee. As this continued I realized that dehydration have become a problem and that's when hot water with honey became the next best thing. Hot milk and hot cereal was added to the list when I realized that something has to give and eating or drinking anything cold would defeat the purpose of the hot shower taken a few minutes before hand. At this point yogurt and any other foods that are expected to be consumed cold has been cut out from my shopping list till warmer days :-) (this includes some fruits as well).

Again, this is not to discuss the problems that comes when living in a Queenlander during the cold winter months but rather document how well humans are able to adapt to their environment when the need arises. I am loving my little home on Hawken and would not trade this place for anything ....but the warm-days are welcomed any day now.


Che-che-cheers,

R :-)