Sampler tour to Europe (June 12 - July 6, 2011) - Foreward

Visiting Europe has always been my fantasy. Before I finally got a chance to make my fantasy a reality this summer, for years, I have had a wall picture of a girl wearing a black dress with a big rim black hat, sitting outside a Cafe in Paris, reading a red color book, in front of her, a cup of coffee and a croissant on the table. The picture looks so serene and beautiful, I caught myself absorbing into the picture, and imagining myself the girl in the picture. I even got a similar dress, hat, and a red color diary book.

Paris has always been my dream destination in Europe. However, somehow Italy gradually makes the top of my list. There are many reasons that finally tip this change: it is totally irrational. It might be the movie Under the Tuscany Sun, the character played by Diane Lane was so real that I really wanted to go to Italy to witness its beauty. It might be the beautiful authentic Italian painting that I bought for my dinning room in the lovely condo at Bayarea, the breathtakingly scenery draws me in with its magic; Also someone who has ventured and visited my heart came from that part of the world, out of the desire of finding out who he is; or motivated by the book Eat, pray, and love, although I doubted her approach of finding herself by leaving husband behind, she does enhance my curiosity about Italy, its culture, and people. I wanted to experience Italy with my own eyes, ears, hands, nose, and my mouth.

or maybe it is my desire of making my 40 years old birthday special, and fear of spending it alone in my house? Regardless

Wisper in the air

Why write a blog? Out of desire to share, reach out, connect? the necessity to dump out whatever that is in your mind, to pack your happiness, desire, passion, sadness, or vulnerability, and send them to the space so that spirit can flow lighter, easier, or freer? A way to examine yourself like a third person, to get to know yourself better? I honestly do not know.

Does it really matter if anyone is interested in reading my blog? Does it matter to a flower if someone is appreciating its beauty? Will it concern a bird when nobody else hears his chirps? When is the best time to blog? how about when something wants to come out, begs to come out, needs to come out, is dying to come out?

Hours after hours, days after days, weeks after weeks, months after months, years after years, we are growing, it would be nice to documenting days of our life. Hello world, it is nice to be, it is nice to be here.