Friday, May 26, 2017

Perfect Moment



Hiking (alone) is good for my brain. Usually, when I start walking, my brain waves work overtime. Hours later, having absorbed nature and its stillness and beauty, my brain is quieter! Works every time!

Friday, May 19, 2017

About Learning New Things

For some time now I have wanted to learn to play a music instrument. My reason though (oh sometimes I hate my brain!) kept telling me to ignore my heart's desire and to better put my time and money into learning. Learning Spanish made so much more sense (job-related and for my traveling).
My reason was not too wrong.
I had taken some Spanish lessons before visiting Mexico the first time (two years ago). Upon my return, I was convinced that soon I'd take some new lessons (I never did though!). During my second trip to Central America this year, I realized that I was actually pretty happy with my 20 active Spanish words (that's about all I could remember from my lessons hahaha). As I understand better than I speak (my French and Italian help in that matter), I got around pretty well with my few words (I swear, not more than 20. Okay maybe 21 hahaha).
Somewhere in Costa Rica (during one of my "oh I feel soooo good" kind of days), I realized that learning a 5th language no longer appealed to me. Not because I don't like Spanish. It's just that ... I felt tired of doing the same thing over and over.
4 languages that I speak and read and write fluently are sufficient, don't you think?
I realized another thing. Learning a new language is one thing (the most difficult obviously). Keeping it in tip top shape is another one altogether. In my opinion, if you want to be fluent in a foreign language you have to practice as much as possible. Reading, speaking, writing, listening. Otherwise, you'll forget everything pretty fast.

Anyway, let's cut this long story short. I came back from Central America and decided to ignore my reason (i.e. learning Spanish) and to listen to my heart (to play a music instrument).
Not any instrument. The flute. I wanted to play the flute. All I needed now was a teacher. And what did Buddha say about this matter?

Buddha was right. My teacher came in the shape of a friend of mine who is a primary school teacher. What I didn't know though was that she studied to be a music teacher as well.
She agreed to teach me how to play the flute if ... I'd taught her some English.

Deal done!

So now, every two or so weeks, she teaches me to play the flute and I help her to improve her English. It's what I call a wonderful win-win situation!

PS: I'll tell you more about my learning to play the flute in another post. Let's just say that it's ... hilarious! And that it's more difficult than I thought. And that I love it :-)

Monday, May 15, 2017

What's Sehnsucht?

A couple of weeks ago I was having dinner with a friend of mine when at some point she said: I desperately need a new idea. I need an idea that will bring me and my life on a new track. An idea that'll stimulate me and will make me take a new path in life.
(You guessed right: she is going through some tough times).
As I rarely lack ideas, it was difficult for me to hand out advice on the quick. I suggested some techniques to get "your brain moving" (so to speak) and also proposed to listen to her yearnings.
Her yearnings? She was confused. Well, you know, I said, yearnings are these feelings that usually live deep down in your soul.

The German word for yearning actually describes it much better:
SEHNSUCHT.
(Gotta  love the German language. You take two or more ideas, put them together and create a word!)
"Sehnsucht" consists of
the verb "sich sehnen" = to long for sth/so. or to wish for sth./so and
the noun "die Sucht" = addiction
I personally love the addiction part. Because yearning for sth. or so. can be kind of addictive (in my opinion). Your soul's wishes are addictive because they are pure. As pure as they never will be once they are converted into real life.
On Wikipedia I found this wonderful description of the word Sehnsucht:
Some psychologists use the word sehnsucht to represent thoughts and feelings about all facets of life that are unfinished or imperfect, paired with a yearning for ideal alternative experiences. It has been referred to as “life’s longings”; or an individual’s search for happiness while coping with the reality of unattainable wishes.

I absolutely love the idea of starting something new (or trying to change something I don't like) with "a yearning for ideal alternative experiences".
Why not start with perfection? Real life catches up pretty quick anyway and you'll have all the time to adapt. And there is always the possibility that the perfect point of origin will turn out to be the final destination. Why sabotage yourself before the journey even started?

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Remembering: Tortuguero National Park, Costa Rica

My three days at Tortuguero National Park, on the Caribbean Coast of Costa Rica, were the best days of my trip. It was the best place ever and even now, having been back for a month, I think back to this place and ... feel happy!
Tortuguero can't be reached by car. We got to the resort by boat (there is also a small airport). You can't wander around by yourself either within the National Park. Well, there is no wandering around the jungle anyway! It's way too dangerous. The jungle consists of marshland and the animals (pumas, caymans, etc.) are not harmless obviously!
So, no walking around.
We visited the place by boat. I found the below picture on Pinterest to show you what the place looks like from above (makes it easier to get a feeling of the place):

far left on picture: Caribbean Sea // in the middle the water ways and the jungle
Our resort was on the land between the Sea and the water/river (like most of the few resorts are). The rest consists of jungle. A pure jungle with one of the world's highest biodiversities (or so I was told).
So, here I was. Staying in a place with no cars, no AC, Wifi only in the reception area, no TV.
And not one second, I swear it, NOT ONE SECOND, I missed these things.
This place simply took me in. Completely. I felt at home. Whole. Zen. Happy.
I went to bed early and got up with the first light (the howls of the howler monkeys were my alarm clock haha). I felt complete. As if I had somehow arrived. Not that I want to move there. No (even though, one of the employees suggested it hihihihi). It was spiritual. As if its pure energy filled my soul. Oh my, let me stop talking about this place. I get all lyrical SMILE.
Fact is though that I left a piece of my heart there!




Monday, May 1, 2017

Remembering: Manuel Antonio National Park, Costa Rica

Let's do some more remembering, shall we? Let me think back to Manuel Antonio National Park on the Pacific side of Costa Rica.
I had been warned. Manuel Antonio would be more touristy than the other places I'd visit. And they were right. The tourists though never got on my nerves. Well, okay, maybe by then I was so totally relaxed and feeling zen that not even hordes of tourists were able to get to me. Because, you know, by then I really was totally relaxed and happy (you could see my heart smiling)!
Anyway.
The tourists may not have gotten on my nerves also because most of them were at Manuel Antonio with one goal: to go to one of the two beaches (apparently the most beautiful beaches of Costa Rica!). So, there were many people within the park but most of them were wearing flip-flops and weren't interested in nature and the animals (mutual ignoring while crossing on the paths hahaha).
I booked a guided tour and the guy was crazy  knowledgeable! We got to see some animals and I was happy!
The beaches are wonderful though, don't you think so?



I loved the three days I spent in Manuel Antonio. I took daily walks on this other beach...

... ate out in nice little restaurants (the food was just amazingly good and fresh!!). Drank liters of "agua de sand├Ča" (watermelon water - DELICIOUS!!). I worked on my tan at the swimming pool of my hotel, did some reading, listened to music. And then there were the sunsets. Oh my, I absolutely adored the sunsets. I sat down on the beach at around 5 pm, waiting for the sun to go down (by 6 it was dark!).



Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Tolerance

Let's take a break from my "Remembering my Central America trip" posts, shall we?

Yesterday evening I watched a documentary on TV about "Ramadan" and a guy talked about how much he appreciated his Christian friends for not cursing, drinking alcohol or smoking in his presence. He used words like "respect" and "tolerance".
This made me think of the first evening in Mexico City. At the restaurant I chose the meat dish on the menu without thinking. The server left with our order and only then I remembered that my friend was a vegetarian. Out of respect, I asked her if it was okay for me to eat meat and she assured me that she had no problem with me eating meat in front of her.

Both times, my mind produced one question: do I need to become someone I am not to respect and tolerate the person who has not my same beliefs?
A part of me yelled no (I strongly believe in freedom and in being who you are), the other yelled yes (I also strongly believe in respect and tolerance). But then I realized that I was asking the wrong question. I thought of John F. Kennedy's words:



Not cursing or drinking alcohol in front of a practicing Muslim (or Christian) or asking if eating meat in front of a vegetarian is NOT a sign of a lack of commitment to my own beliefs.
I thought it was about becoming someone I am not when it's actually about strength.
It's BECAUSE I am strongly committed to my own beliefs that I can accept the others for who and what they are.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Remembering: The Caribbean Sea

That is how the Caribbean Sea looked like in Tortuguero National Park.



I'll do more "remembering" of Tortuguero but today my mind is on something else.
Have you ever heard of Marcel Duchamp's Readymades? No? Then Wikipedia will help you out (what the hell did we do before Wikipedia???)
Anyway, while walking on the beach of Tortuguero one morning I noticed what the sea had "spit out" during the night (there had been a severe thunderstorm and when I say severe I mean severe. It felt like the end of world had arrived!). Astonishingly enough, there wasn't much plastic. Usually, beaches are full of plastic (isn't that a sad fact?). Not so in Costa Rica. What I found here was wood. And other "natural stuff". And looking at those items, I thought about Duchamp's Readymades. Because it felt like art. Art put together by mother nature.






And I promise, not one single item has been "rearranged" by me. This was exactly how the sea and the waves had put them on the beach!