Friday, September 23, 2011

A Glimpse. Un Destello.



“I wish I could describe the feeling of being at sea, the anguish, frustration, and fear. The beauty that accompanies threatening spectacles. The spiritual communion with creatures in whose domain I sail. There is a magnificent intensity in life that comes when we are not in control but are only reacting, living, surviving. I am not a religious man per se. My own cosmology is convoluted and not in line with any particular church or philosphy. But for me, to go to sea is to glimpse the face of God. At sea I am reminded of my insignificance -- of all men's insignificance. It is a wonderful feeling to be so humbled.”



NOTE: I am a Christian. I share this quote as an interesting example of how even people whose belief system may not be clear, they s e e in nature the image of God.


“Desearia poder describir lo que siento al estar en el mar, la angustia, la frustracion, y el temor. La belleza que acompana espectaculos amenazantes. La comunion espiritual con las criatures en cuyos dominios navego. Hay una magnifica intensidad en la vida  cuando no tenemos el control sino solamente reaccionamos, viviendo, sobreviviendo. Yo no diría que soy un hombre de fe. Mi visión del mundo es muy complicada y no esta en línea con una iglesia o filosofía en particular. Pero para mi, ir al mar es ver un destello del rostro de Dios. En el mar me doy cuenta de lo insignificante que soy – de lo insignificantes que somos todos. Es un sentimiento maravilloso el ser humildes.”

Steve Callahan


Nota: Yo soy Cristiano. Comparto este fragmento para ilustrar como incluso persona cuyas creencias no estan muy claras v e n en la naturaleza la imagen de Dios.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Instantes. Instants.


Uno de mis poemas favoritos, atribuido erroneamente a Borgesescrito por Don Herold y publicado en Reader's Digest en 1953.

Instantes 

Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida, 
en la próxima trataría de cometer más errores.
No intentaría ser tan perfecto, me relajaría más.
Sería más tonto de lo que he sido,
de hecho tomaría muy pocas cosas con seriedad.
Sería menos higiénico.
Correría más riesgos,
haría más viajes,
contemplaría más atardeceres,
subiría más montañas, nadaría más ríos.
Iría a más lugares adonde nunca he ido,
comería más helados y menos habas,
tendría más problemas reales y menos imaginarios.

Yo fui una de esas personas que vivió sensata
y prolíficamente cada minuto de su vida;
claro que tuve momentos de alegría.
Pero si pudiera volver atrás trataría
de tener solamente buenos momentos.

Por si no lo saben, de eso está hecha la vida,
sólo de momentos; no te pierdas el ahora.

Yo era uno de esos que nunca
iban a ninguna parte sin un termómetro,
una bolsa de agua caliente,
un paraguas y un paracaídas;
si pudiera volver a vivir, viajaría más liviano.

Si pudiera volver a vivir
comenzaría a andar descalzo a principios
de la primavera
y seguiría descalzo hasta concluir el otoño.
Daría más vueltas en calesita,
contemplaría más amaneceres,
y jugaría con más niños,
si tuviera otra vez vida por delante.

Pero ya ven, tengo 85 años...
y sé que me estoy muriendo.



One of my favorite poems, mistakenly attributed to Borges, written by Don Herold and published in Reader's Digest in 1953. 

Instants

If I were able to live my life anew, 
In the next I would try to commit more errors.
I would not try to be so perfect, I would relax more.
I would be more foolish than I've been,
In fact, I would take few things seriously.
I would be less hygienic.
I would take more risks,
take more vacations,
contemplate more sunsets,
climb more mountains, swim more rivers.
I would go to more places where I've never been,
I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans,
I would have more real problems and less imaginary ones.

I was one of those people who lived sensibly
and prolifically each minute of his life;
Of course I had moments of happiness.
But if I could go back I would try
to have only good moments.

Because if you didn't know, of that is life made:
only of moments; Don't lose the now.

I was one of those that never
went anywhere without a thermometer,
a hot-water bottle,
an umbrella, and a parachute;
If I could live again, I would travel lighter.

If I could live again,
I would begin to walk barefoot from the beginning of spring
and I would continue barefoot until the end of autumn.
I would take more merry-go-round rides,
contemplate more dawns,
and play with more children,
If I had my life ahead of me.

But, you see, I am 85,
and I know that I am dying.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Italy, France & England.



The summer of 2011, from June 19 to August 14, I traveled from Palermo, Italy to Manchester, England, 2080 km / 1290 mi. I visited 50 cities in 5 countries (The Vatican and Monaco count as countries hehe). These numbers are just that, numbers. They do not convey the joy and gratitude I feel in my heart for having met so many wonderful people and visited so many amazing places. I met most of them through Couchsurfing.com. They welcomed me and made me feel home for a day or two or more. We shared meals and stories. We walked around cities and beaches. We laughed and we were quiet. We learned from each other and shared our views on travel and life. Each place became a memorable moment because of them. I thank every one of them for making this the most awesome trip ever !!  


Martina, Bruna, Katryn, Natasja, Iwona, Sven: Praia A Mare
Nunzio, Vito, Natalia, Emma: Matera
Marina and her daughter: Taranto
Mina, Maria, Agata, Alessandro, Luca: Sorrento
Julie and Juliet: Florence
Chloe: Venice
Moreno and Luisa: Genoa
Magaly and her 2 sons: Nice
Chou and Lola: Avignon
Claude: Caen
Patti: Southampton
Tania: Oxford
Tatiana: London
Jane: Manchester
Ann Cat, Stephanie and Liz: Paris


TOP TEN MOMENTS Summer 2011


1. Standing in front of Nike of Samothrace at the Louvre.
2. Stumbling upon a Picasso, Dali and Miro exhibition in Florence.
3. The Eiffel tower by night, Arch of Triumph by day.
4. Strolling around quaint little Ostuni, Bayeux, and Chester.
5. Hiking Cinque Terre
6. Swimming in Lipari and Vulcano off the coast of Sicily.
7. Riding a scooter down the Amalfi Coast.
8. Missing Florence to Venice train catching it in Milan.
9. Rome, Florence, Venice, London and Paris, what else can I say?
10. Fireworks in Matera, Italy; Avignon, France; and Southampton, England.




May all of us enjoy each day's small and great adventures !! 
Blessings to all my friends !!