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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Adventures in Brighton: Seagull!


Normally, I think of seagulls in a positive light. They are rather nice, from a distance, and they are funny creatures, at least in Finding Nemo. However, I am now personally acquainted with a seagull that, just like the ones in Finding Nemo, believes everything it sees and wants belongs to it. 
The seagull is watching you.
All your snacks are belong to seagull.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Adventures in London: WICKED!

Tonight I finally got to see a musical I've wanted to see since my freshman year of college. Which is seven whole years ago, surprisingly. And you can probably guess which one I saw by the title of this post: Wicked! I saw it at the Apollo Theatre right outside Victoria Station, and it was FANTASTIC.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Travel and putting down roots: aka living out of a suitcase

Be forewarned: This post is going to ramble around the topic rather a lot. Watch for parentheses! Having been warned, you may now proceed at your own risk.

I've been thinking a lot about what it means to live a minimalist life, to be able to travel at the drop of a hat, to not be weighed down by a lot of things. The idea is extremely attractive. I don't want a lot of material possessions that I have to pack around. (That being said, I keep picking up souvenirs.... Everything still fits into the one suitcase, though, plus my backpack and purse.) And every place I go, I find people and places that I want to go back to. So there's got to be a balance somewhere. The book Into the Wild is a good example of how minimalism could be taken to an unhealthy extreme, and it shows the tension between putting down roots and living free of ties to others. Because travelling and never putting down any roots would be incredibly lonely. No matter how may books get written about the self-finding and empowering nature of standing alone in the middle of a foreign city. Or on top of a mountain, or whatever. Human beings weren't designed to live life in a solitary bubble. My point here is not to complain about loneliness. Quite the opposite, really.

More food!

This is another variety of queijada. It is thick and orange-y and sweet! Like a sort of syrupy muffin, maybe.

This is a palmeira, with frosting. Tasty.

And this is a queque. Yes. That is cake spelled in Portuguese. It's basically a muffin.